Tony Da Big Homie - Dead Presidents (Outro)

I love what I do
You love what you do, you want to be the best at it
You know, you don't make music to be second best, you make music to be the best
So whatever you do, whatever you do, it don't have to be music

You're not sitting here trying to, you know, be second to Piers Morgan on one of those cuttings
Zane Lowe
You don't want to be second to Zane Lowe
You're looking at Zane Lowe like, are you kidding me

In a good way, I mean, you know, in a good way, like, are you kidding me
Like, I do this, like, I've been doing this a long time
So sometimes you have to throw your stats out there to remind people, your last year ain't better than my first year
You know, it's a true statement to me, like, there's a lot of people last year that ain't better

Uh, yeah
Now is you thug a bitch? Is you hood a rich? Is you real a snitch? Or is you still on the fence
Crazy how time passes make all of you switch
Three years in the joint, the hoes always forget

Now I was stacking the chicks, who else was packing the clips
Who was hitting the licks and pulling up with the sticks
My P.O. still hating, she think I'm still in the mix
Cause I came home balling, they came on broke than a bitch

Hustling is a gift, gotta respect my shit
Shout out to all the G's I connected with
Cause they got a nigga through it, put the game in my music
Knew they respected once I got back to it

Vowed to be the truest, my position, never lose it
Wanna shoot em in the face, but I'm like, nah, don't do it
Got a hood that love me, they get up because of me
Topping bottles on the bubbly, let's get back to the money nigga

I got the president to represent me
We get money at the president's to represent me
We get money at the president's to represent me
We get money at the dead fucking president's to represent me

I got the dead fucking president's to represent me
I got the dead fucking president's to represent me
I got the dead fucking president's to represent me
All these dead fucking president's to represent me

I know life isn't fair, it took hustle and prayer
It took muscle and flair to get this shit right here
Money all on my mind, gladiated to my kind
Till the hustle and grind, maybe then we'll shine

Now in my lifetime, we put it all on the line
The one day get signed to leave a life of crime
Double prices going up and down, bodies put in the ground
Niggas hear a lot of talk, I'm the man around town

Scammers catching fed cases, out here counting dead faces
Can't ban the scam, man, or it's back to the basics
Politics as usual without a reasonable doubt
I'm the blueprint for you niggas, that's without a doubt

I just want my coins, y'all can keep the clout
We just find who you love and then we air shit out
All these imaginary players, nigga, you must love me
You could catch me on the stoop nigga, right where my thug be

I love the presidents and represent me
Give money at the presidends to represent me
Give money at the presidents to represent me
Give money at the dead fucking presidents to represent me

I got dead fucking presidents to represent me
I got a dead fucking presidents to represent me
I got dead fucking presidents to represent me
How all these dead fuckin' presidents represent me

Written by:
Terrell Williams

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