文本歌词

Dead Presidents (Explicit) - J. Cole (J. 科尔)
Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole
Composed by：Jermaine Cole
Produced by：Ski
Let me try this
Uh Yeah
Money coming soon
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
Omen what up nigga?
Yea niggaaaa yea uh
Gimmie my money man why else would a nigga be grinding?
Right
Out for them diamonds dog how else could a nigga 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 **** it I know I'll grow it back **** it's nothing
Funny how blacks they spend dough on mad **** for stuntin'
Yea
But **** that's all we know man that's how a niggas raised
True
You learn bout two things
Getting p***y getting paid
Uh
And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade
So niggas lying on they d**k and h*es 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 '**** it it's motivation'
Yeah
Some niggas gotta walk through life some niggas roller skating
Some niggas bypassing steps some niggas chose to take 'em
Yeah
And for that fortune man some niggas sold their soul to Satan
But **** 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 nigga making Folgers
I'm focused on my bite like a cobra I'm tryna get my Oprah on
These h*es is crying cuz I won't pay 'em attention
Nah
Time is money ***** and a nigga payin tuition
Aha
Real niggas hustle by using their intuition
Yup
While these fake niggas ain't about doing they into wishin'
Yeah
Uh
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins nigga
Grants nigga
From Washingtons man
Tired of those
Yeah
Till I'm rich ain't no reason to settle nigga
Its greed that make a nigga wink at the devil to get that cheese
You niggas couldn't think at my level even with trees
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel now nigga please
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze
Sick **** 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 nigga
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 niggas riding is devout so talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gonna find what I'm about nigga
Far from a slouch nigga 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 nigga thinking
For them Presidents I'll treat a nigga like Lincoln
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