Dead Presidents II (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole

Composed by：Jermaine Cole

Produced by：Ski Beatz

Yeah

Fayettenam

Uh

These niggas is playin' Russian roulette with a full clip foolish

My crew is fool-less no we don't dance

All we do is stay two steps ahead

Make the h*es get loose like a noose neck instead

While these dudes beg for head

They got the game twisted

Heavy traffic in this rap **** look how my lane shifted

Elevated my game lifted my name

Now these lame niggas could never get it

Like that bad ***** 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 eleven minutes

So yeah I operate on a higher plane

My thoughts take a higher train

If d**e then you should know the supplier's name

Is J. Cole set of horns and a halo

And all these Jose Cansecos wanna text us like Waco

Hard to remain faithful niggas be throwin' hate

Yo I'm in a league of my own

So what the **** would I play for

Some next niggas almost slid in but didn't fit in

Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the **** is you kiddin'

These big-wig niggas throwin' they bid in

Try not to show stress

I guess the flow is protested like a sit-in

I told my niggas we would get in

But that ain't even half the battle

Stay behind like a shadow or you catapult

Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope

I'd climb that ************ to the top and never let it go yeah

Uh I'm out for presidents to represent me nigga

I'm out for presidents to represent me yeah

I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me

Warm Up

Yeah Warm Up

Yeah Warm Up

This is The Warm Up

Ayy look

Heaven or hell you choose freedom or jail you lose

I can't stop I'm as hot as the devil's 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 ho-like rappers my whole life practice

To be the one what's it like to be LeBron

They calling you the savior so much pressure

But you deal with it

The weight of the world on your shoulders

But you still lift it

Ill with it for real

Lil' nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel

Nobody taught us how to cook

Still niggas'll grill no Foreman

Try not to call them ladies bees but them h*es swarmin'

Now honey ayy is it destiny or is it money you're feelin'

Heard rumors of a deal and now you're thinkin' a million

Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin' in the mirror

Livin' in fear that things'll 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

Ayy five years I'll probably laugh at this

Try not to let it wear me out like a bad ***** with fashion sense

I keep it fresh while these wack niggas rehashin' ****

Jackin' styles you know ski mask and ****

I pass these niggas

They tryna do it how these other niggas did it

I'm tryna live it how no other nigga ever lived it

I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me

Dead ******* presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me

Dead ******* presidents to represent me

The Warm Up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah The Warm Up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah The Warm Up ayy

Yeah Fayettenam nigga yeah

Ayy Carolina all day

Yeah

I'm out for dead ******* presidents to represent me hey