Stevie Bucks - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie Bucks] I'm a product of my environment Fresh on the shelf I'm fresh on the shift Trying to live a heaven through hell I been on the grind Why you think I walk with two cells We make em do it first because we don't know who talk and who tell Damn, I'm the man like the man of the house I'm fresh on the cheese, you n***as just an amateur mouse I plan on the couch, and then I bring food to the table I was broke, but my n***a brought food to the table Told me about a way where he is sure that I'm able To flip Cubans, know some Cubans had my money stable Ninety nine problems when I was seeing crack Now I'm two behind of Jay, what you think of that Cause the crack game a wack game, unless you want a pack But these n***as go to Minnesota can't play Favre They retire next year, when they can't go hard Before I go broke, I call that girl and a get a bl**job sh**, I hope I ain't bleeding tonight I'm from a building where, everywhere there is needles and pipes sh**, I'm going hard like the beetles tonight My belly hungry and I'm just trying to feed it tonight And f** the police, never want to read him his rights They feed him the white, then charge him with attempting to live It's the system that I live in got me living bad With my brothers, though we got different dad's [Hook: Stevie Bucks] I'm out for presidents to represent me Who's world is this (x4) [Verse 2: Stevie Bucks] I'm a deep individual Keep my movements minimal Smoke a lot of weed, and I eat a lot of minerals Don't want the front line, send me to the General f** if I die, we all die in general I don't care to be famous f** that, keep working my an*s And they train us To cut rats from the streets Everybody spit crack, I put base in the beat Better tie, your arm tight before you shoot it Damn just lose it Like your v card, through my music f** the world, get yours through this confusion To trap or die is just an illusion Stop snoozing Have a reason, or a visitor, a prisoner Living a lie Puffing the la I live in the sky Living to die Question mark n***as taking babies live before it gets to start That's why I rate all my n***as, all my girls that stuck with their yute Gave a f** about the world, that gave a f** about you Hold your head Stevie bucks making bread Till he dead Have a dread, with the meds Trying to clear my head And I don't want a reason, I just want the money instead I was never nice, I had to move grungy instead You better walk on your feet Before you fall on your head Save ten grand before you spend all of your bread And don't sleep cause n***as bugging just to crawl on your bed I'm out for dead f**ing presidents to represent me [Hook: Stevie Bucks]