Manny Cage - PRESIDENTS

When I go to sleep
I don't count sheep
I count my presidents
U.S. History
Teacher like
How you so good at it?
Educating
My brain learning bout each
And every one of them
Lincoln Jackson and Grant
Treat them like my family
When I cry they always there for me
They gift me presents and social normality
Friends want to fuck with me
Bitches want to fuck on me
Addicted like I'm nicotine
But it's just the bulge in my pockets
And it's not the D
But it's okay I love the attention
Ralph Lauren jeans
Better quality than my old collection
Nugs of weed
Rolled up with kief
In a leaf
Cabbage of descendants
Taken in for the ascension
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
More money
More problems
But at the same damn time
Muh fucka
It solved them!
When you got nothing
Everything satisfies
When you have everything
Nothing fills you up inside
High beams on the Porsche
While there's tears in your eyes
Fuck it I'd rather wipe them off
On the wheel of this ride
Than alone in a one bedroom apartment
Cause at least with all this cash
I can go do something bout it
And all the sudden I'm not sad
Stack it stack it stack it up
Do an estimate we'll round it
All the sudden I'm good at math
Not the same boy from kindergarten
Use it all for my own personal indulgences
Pockets strong
You could say that I've been bulking it
OJ shining through
From the skylight get my vitamins
Own two different models
Of the whip that you riding in
Fine ass hoes, looking like some actresses
Not the same ones
That try to remember the script
They ask for some more
And I'm like not worrying about shit
When there's more to spend
There's more to live
Partying like I stay up in Blue Mountain State
I'm not a quarter back
But I own 100 dollars worth
Of quarters in a bag
Been collected since I was a child
Always knew how to save back then
I was always a businessman
When I go to sleep
I don't count sheep
I count my presidents
US History
Teacher like
How you so good at it?
Educating
My brain learning bout each
And every one of them
Lincoln Jackson and Grant
Treat them like my family
When I cry they always there for me
They gift me presents and social normality
Friends want to fuck with me
Bitches want to fuck on me
Addicted like I'm nicotine
But it's just the bulge in my

Written by:
Hernan Cortes

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