J. Cole - Dead Presidents II lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yea Fayettenam Uh, these n***as is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish My crew is foolless naw we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head They got the game twisted, heavy traffic in this rap sh** Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name Now these lame n***as could never get it Like that bad b**h you wanted but could never hit it Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes So yea, I operate on a higher plain, my thoughts take a higher train It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo And all these hoes ? wanna text-us like Waco It's hard to remain faithful n***as be throwing hate Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the f** would I play for!? Some next n***as almost slide in but didn't fit in Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the f** is you kid-in? These big weight n***as throwing their bid in Try not to show stress I guess the flow is protested like a sit in I told my n***as we would get in But that ain't even half the battle Stay behind like a shadow Or you catapult Not if I had a ladder or not even if I had a rope I'd climb that motherf**er to the top and never let it go! [Chorus:] (I'm out for presidents to represent me n***a!) I out or president to represent me, yea! I'm out for dead f**in presidents to represent me! The warm up! Yea, the warm up! yea the warm up (This is, the warm up!) [Verse 2:] Ay, look heaven or hell you choose Freedom or jail, you lose I can't stop em as hot as the devils shoes Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards I'm nothing like these hoe-like rappers My whole life practice to be the one What's it like to be Lebron They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it I'll with it for real, lil n***a from Ville that real n***as can feel Nobody taught us how to cook still n***as a grill No Foreman, try not to call them ladies Bs but them hoes swarmin Now honey, Ay is it destiny or is it money your feelin Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this? Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this Try not to let it wear me out like a bad b**h with fashion sense I keep it fresh while these whack n***as rehash and sh** Jackin styles you know, ski mask and sh** I pa** these n***as, they trynna do it how these other n***as did it I'm trynna live it how no other n***as ever lived it! [Repeat Chorus:] I'm out for f**ing presidents to represent me! I'm out for f**ing presidents to represent me! I'm out for f**ing presidents to represent me! Dead f**ing presidents to represent me! The warm up! Yea, yea yea yea yea yea! the warm up! yea yea yea yea the warm up hey! Fayattenaaaam! n***a yea!, Carolina all day! Yea!