[Intro: Nas]
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Dead *** Presidents to represent me
[Verse 1: Vizzy Val]
Two years later I'm better, name a n*gga that's triller
My name Val with 3 letters but it finna get bigger
I be thinkin' about leather, that's why my mental well thicker
While I'm sippin' this liquor, drunk to be sure that nobody slicker
Then I hang over rappers when I'm still tipsy
That's why I got flows movin' a lot more than a gipsy
I'm a G see, matter of fact too much for my age
Young like Jeezy but already too old for a page
Cause I'm gon' write more history than an anthropologist
I don't forgive these lames, I'm an anti-apologies
Reason why I create lines to kill y'all n*ggas like overdose
Those n*ggas won't understand my mind cause it stands over those
And I build my own Hip-Hop empire to inspire
Rappers to keep chasing what they desire with
None of the legs tired
During a blow job you should get an ex fired
Cause once you blow you should forget about the times that could expire
The day for you success, cause haters is tellin' you suck and that's
What makes you skeptical about your talent man, f*ck them!
I'm with you in this game but I gotta win tho
I want you to see my pain thru my raps, so it's like my sh*t's a window
Even tho I'm skinny ima keep eating beats 'till Vizzy Val is big
Y'all should be in my shoes just so you can kick reality
I'm that brother n*ggas can't stand like they stuck on a chair
Work so hard in the studio, after my session I'm still there
Straight up!
[Chorus: Nas]
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Dead *** Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Dead *** Presidents to represent me
[Verse 2]
Angolan blood, reality run thru my veins
Told ya once if truth hurts I rather endure the pain
All of my actions is futuristic mayne
Nothin' I do is in vain, I'm wishing for some change
Y'all wishing for some chains and that's before the money and fame
How about you n*ggas get to work for the money and fame?
Y'all lames think that sh*t will fly to you?
Jay-Z knockin' at your door like: "n*gga ima sign you!"
So with or without any of y'all involvements
All of my hustle about makin' this Rap sh*t my employment
Cause I'm blind to the future with all these mathematical problems
I mean I only want counts since mo' money mo' problems
There's spaces in my mind full of ideas that I should fence it
I could turn to a gangsta but, nah my Mama against it
So why the f*ck d'you think I write more than Shakespeare?
I spit out these ghetto poems at the same time that shakes fear
Now come listen, I feel like there's absence in my competition
The same time Vizzy Val comes feels like it also comes tuition
Meanwhile I teach n*ggas, I'm tryna get what I gets to wishing
Wishing to become a rich n*gga, n*gga that's a hella of a mission
I see hope my n*gga that's a hella of a vision
Ain't nothin' better when inspiration decides to come visit
Particularly Vizzy Val, yes sir I'm present
With 48 bars in this 40 Dead Presidents
[Bridge: Nas]
Dead *** Presidents to represent me
Dead *** Presidents to represent me
Dead *** Presidents to represent me
Dead *** Presidents to represent me
[Chorus:2x Nas/Vizzy Val]