Charles Hamilton - Presidential Pondering lyrics

Yo if I said it then I don't regret it Every is copacetic, flow poetic Ahead of my time cause I'm so prophetic And I hope you let it sink through your dome piece Jerome be out of touch, but we still homies I said that in another song And just because you did a couple of good deeds don't mean do a couple wrong Got my buckle on, cause it's a rough ride of life The fight, make sure that your knuckles strong Got my scuffle on, it's only natural But nowadays n***as 13 trying to clap with you You ain't a rapper, you more like an actor Who smile in my face, but talk sh** like them clackers do And it's a fact that dude been through a lot of sh** No politics in college yet I promise get my product is Hotter than a lot of sh** they telling you gotta get And I don't give a f**, I went away on a scholarship I'm not legit, why, cause I want to get my education Trying to get my family out the ghetto, see some better days in Show love instead of hating Cause in the end it ain't about who make the cake the fastest But whose is better tasting This sh** was devastating, could you imagine Your brother 21 on a stretcher taking medication And while you meditating, his soul is levitating That's why I need them Dead Presidents to represent me They say, Charles don't let the industry change you The f** I'm supposed to be, the industry angel I look at life from an industry angle Now hang around, peep the sh** I say to you n***as know that's there's a million n***as better Moving cribs to get the cheddar How they feel is even better than the sh** that be appealing to the ma**es So when you make it, it's the ceiling with your gla**es Ask if n***as give a f** if your bars is tough Cause n***as is hating hard as f** The whole is Star and Buc Where only superstars get bucks And as far as us, we're scarred and touched by all the rough Points, we point them out in the music But we bring change man without the pollution I ain't mad at the South, I'm mad at the mouths Of these n***as, f** y'all n***as rappin bout n***a, I'll admit I don't have a straight bottom line But if I don't rhyme, I could die out of my mind I don't rap, I just blog on beat Harlem all on me, while I walk along in the street IPod on peak, I'm a goddong beast Playing my sh**, I sing along on key n***as stop me, yo Charles you back in the hood? Either they happy or wish I was back here for good Which is actually good, cause I act like I'm Suge You know my name, n***as don't touch me though they act like they could I'm a n***a, and you're the same sh** What a shame, I'm in the same league as Hurricane Chris Young n***a with a catchy a** single Something that comes across as a happy a** jingle But I'm a sarcastic-a** spastic, cracking tracks in half, smacking all rappers They crackerjacking, I'm an attacking a** bingle What type of snack is that, n***a give me a state I ain't on the level of legends, n***a give me a break A straight k**a, J Dilla if you give me a break Can't stop, give me a break I won't sit and just wait 20 y-o, not Janet This n***a is great, you be spitting away sh** is ok, but I k** 80 n***as a day when I break I be spitting away My f**ing album is me digging a grave Hip-Hop died, admit it, make a difference, get paid It's all a f**ing auction 20 thousand for the man in the pink polo Going once, going twice, oh no he got it made n***as is mad cause they sold soul Then they flop, mf's barely sold gold Pawning they rose gold for a f**ing bag of Rold Gold And I'm the one making chips And I f**ed up in the verse Doesn't even matter n***as get the point Charles Hamilton. Fedel. Demevolist, you already know