IiMZ - Dead Presidents lyrics

(Verse 1) I'm out for dead presidents. Monsters around my residents Slyboy's who I represent. I'm rapping with intelligence I'm over here stacking up. Your money hella spent Say I'm like a dog? Watch what this yeller spit Get money 'till the day you die. Check it What ever happens, you stay you fly Stay your own guy Tough I've faked a few times man, I ain't gonna lie But I never make that mistake again Hang around with fake friends, just for more fake friends In the end, it kind of does make sense, but What else does it make? Fake men The truth comes out. God works in mysterious ways Right now I'm just another dude with a mysterious face Right now I'm on a serious chase, and that's all gon change when I get to my place Grace, is what I hope I'm spitting with I'm spitting to win, while others just spit to spit Look, it's gon take a lot to get noticed Know what I gotta do? I gotta stay focused (Woah woah woah in harmony with the track) God said love all, but I don't know. It's kind of hard to love all that you ever know If you tell me his is as far as I'll ever go, I'll turn my head just laugh and let time let you know (Chorus) (I'm out for presidents to represent me. Get money. x8) Get money IiMZ. Get money Slyboy get money Get money DC get money New York get money (Verse 2) I'm saying everybody can't spit like me They don't wanna get where I am. Tryna get like me But I should've been looking at myself Focused on my own goals. Heading to the wealth Boy, I'm trying to be the best youngin to ever rhyme When it's greatness on their mind, I wanna come up every time Spitting from hard times. Spitting more sour then limes No matter what happens, I'mma never turn to crime As long as I stay on my grind, I'mma be fine If I tell you I'mma plan on quitting, I swear I'm lying My heart is of the lion, just like my mane is Trying make the whole world know what my name is That young, hot spitting dude, going by the name of IiMZ Going harder than a veteran with broken limbs Aye yo, I get in. Homie what you think this is? This is a story. I want the glory. Not a game for kids Still, this is always what I wanted Mom can't understand it, but I do it, cause I want it I'm on 'till like 3 o' clock in the morning Make good music y'all. I'm reaping what I'm sowing See how I be flowing for the glory lil' homie? I'm the king, like Martin how I'm starting. Lil' homie Is a beast when he's rhyming if you're listening bro This goes out to all the brothers that are listening mo (Chorus)