Dead Presidents lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro]
Let me try this
Uh, Yeah
Money coming soon
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Omen what up n*gga?
Yea n*ggaaaa, yea, uh

[Verse 1]
Gimmie my money, man, why else would a n*gga be grinding? (Right)
Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n*gga be shining? (True)
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that (haha)
Like f*ck it, I know I'll grow it back, sh*t, it's nothing
Funny how blacks they spend dough on mad sh*t for stuntin' (yea)
But sh*t, that's all we know man, thats how a n*ggas raised (true)
You learn bout two things: getting pus*y, getting paid (uh)
And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade
So n*ggas lying on they di*k and hoes giving nice brain, yea
In class dreamin' bout having these nice things (uh)
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin' but them whites ain't? (Hmmm)
I brush it off like, "f*ck it, it's motivation" (yeah)
Some n*ggas gotta walk through life, some n*ggas roller skating
Some n*ggas bypassing steps, some n*ggas chose to take 'em (yeah)
And for that fortune, man, some n*ggas sold their soul to Satan
But f*ck it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines
My little godsister pregnant now, I put in overtime
On my grind, yeah, just like the n*gga making Folgers
I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on
These hoes is crying cuz I won't pay 'em attention (nah)
Time is money, b*tch, and a n*gga payin tuition (aha)
Real n*ggas hustle by using their intuition (yup)
While these fake n*ggas ain't about doing, they into wishin'
[Hook]
Yeah
Uh
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, n*gga
Grants n*gga
From Washingtons, man
Tired of those
Yeah!

[Verse 2]
Till I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle, n*gga
Its greed that make a n*gga wink at the devil to get that cheese
You n*ggas couldn't think at my level, even with trees
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now n*gga, please
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze
Sick sh*t, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave till I'm hot
But my watch gotta breeze, a south n*gga
Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth
Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt
My n*ggas riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gonna find what I'm about, n*gga!
Far from a slouch, n*gga, I ain't gonna parlé with y’all
I’ll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher
But check, them checks is all a n*gga thinking
For them Presidents, I’ll treat a n*gga like Lincoln
BLOW!
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