[Produced by Ski Beatz]
[Hook: Nas]
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead f**in' presidents to represent me
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
While others spit that Wonderama sh**, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest sh**
Live out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this sh**'s about
f** y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, sh** is so Hasidic
I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no b**hes
Watch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest n***as be narkin'
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned
sh** I'm involved with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?
Got the city drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the b**hes: think harder
You know this n***a, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the f** up, dress the f** up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the f** up
All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's
Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all dramas
Talk to me
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
So sick of n***as, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'
n***as got them kinda dreams from Jay
You in the streets, n***a, make your moves, get your mill
n***as'll coast in the SL but can't post bail
n***as'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast, well
I'm here to tell n***as it ain't all swell
There's heaven, and then there's hell n***as
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis ain't matching up, bullsh** catching up
Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle
Everything was all good just a week ago
'Bout to start b**hing ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak a**; hustling just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they a** at bars
You know you wouldn't be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers
Little monkey n***as turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, filled up on octane
And now they not sane and not playing, that goes without saying
Slaying day in and day out with money playing, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy
Representing infinity with presidencies, you know?
[Bridge x4: Nas]
Dead f**in' presidents to represent me
[Hook]