Starlito - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Verse 1: Don Trip] I woke up this morning I looked in the mirror and told me I'm proud of myself I took a chance and I went left and made it without any help But that ain't to say I ain't had obstacles in my way They tried to stop me along the way But I had the rocket right there on my waist Life is a challenge can't have it your way What am I hoping for? Though I don't pray Hoping for, less funerals and no more court dates Oh boy I'm late, living my dreams out wide awake Now to this day I got some memories I can't erase Life is a test can't afford to retake [Verse 2: Don Trip] Dead prezzies baby Why you living in a lie like the levees breaking Silly you, you still waiting on reparation I'm on my grind daily bring home the bread and bacon Patience, be my guest by all means try and interfere I'll take a piece of silverware and cut your face from ear to ear It ain't nothin' all my cards facin' In case you think I'm bluffin' I just wrote out my expenses I got bullets in the budget That's the cost of doing business i guess What the f** is your agenda if it isn't a check? I'm declaring war we not on the same accord, anymore I will sweep your block like its a simple chore f** you and I mean it You know how I'm rockin' Skeletons in my yard, choppers in the closet Paranoia's taking control I look my kids to the movies You spent your day at the polls I'm watching the fairy tale You live in the fairy tale f** your president no matter who's elected I don't care f** it, carry on, we living in hell but it's a happy home I'm just making sure my babies eat when daddy's gone Godspeed I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me [Verse 3: Starlito] Last night I had a dream that the president died Woke up he was still alive I felt like crying, damn Changed the channel and seen something about a travel ban What the f** man, every m**m ain't the Taliban I don't wanna go to war with all the Mexicans Got everybody on ten like Thomas Jefferson From apprentice to corporate menace America played their trump card I speak for the disenfranchised furniture in their front yard The tax increase got me jacking these beats Damn near back in the streets When I was happy to leave Step brothers 4 no more than nine months after the 3 Dot told me "You can't quit, Slim, you rapping for me." Ride and bumping that old Gotti And I'm smoking gelato Well known in East Oakland I got folks in Chicago Prolly sold some pounds of dro To the n***a that opened up my show I was way to busy trapping when Diddy told me to die or vote Then I caught a pistol charge with that .40 in my coat Realest n***a recording I knew that in '05 though My only regret from Cash Money Records I nearly died broke But that would have been my fault, anyway anyhow I figured it out I'm getting it now Real n***as in style, residuals pilling Keep digital scales and I still move in silence Word to Chris Tuck I hope they k** that motherf**er Dead Presidents Lito Karate In The Garage