The Presidential Choice
Verse:
I'm your pusha man
Slumpin in the stands
Always showing love
Anytime I can
With a drink up in my hand
See them rubberbands
You know my hustle grande
Wearing "nels" to the "flan"
Just open up your hands
Let you feel that suede
Oh, you know that's laced?
So just a little taste
Moving slow like a traffic jam
Rush Hour Blackie Chan
Mapping out that diagram
And spitting out that flame man
Hook:
All I know is "C'est La Vie!"
I used to sauce with butane
Now I'm in these streets
Tryna get up to that wood grain
Bottle life champagne
Keep the peace around me
Everyday I swim trill
You see me I'm buzzin' (8 and 1/2X)
Verse 2:
Like Big Poppa, I'm the don
Coogi down to the socks, rolex on the arm
I fly low and calm
How fly i?
Live!, oh you know Im fly!
Keep it real and maintain disguise
Up in the cut, you know where southside
Benjamins low benjamins high
Discreetly I place
Counting commas fast
And stashing rolls
Swishin loud and flippin modes
Drop your baggy treats in a bowl (bowl, bowl)
See that hill lets take that stroll (stroll, stroll)
I'm a rena**ance times man
No question my earnings
Starter pack burning
Flossing off of my brand
A flying jumpman up to something
Chocolate suede slaying
Out the woodworks I stay crunkin
Hook:
All I know is "C'est La Vie!"
I used to sauce with butane
Now I'm in these streets
Tryna get up to that wood grain
Bottle life champagne
Keep the peace around me
Everyday I swim trill
You see me I'm buzzin' (8 and 1/2X)
One six still up in the mix
People just want that suede