Dead Presidents lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole & Nas]
(Is that what you want?)
Let me try again (Uh), yeah
(I'm out for presidents to represent me)
Money coming soon
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Omen, what up, n*gga?)
And you know why his name on point 'cause he on point, pus*y
Yeah (n*gga), uh

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Give me my money, man, why else would a n*gga be grinding? (Right)
Out for them diamonds, dog, how else could a n*gga be shining? (True)
I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first mil', I'm blowing that (Haha)
Like f*ck it, I know I'll grow it back, sh*t, it's nothing
Funny how Blacks spend they dough on mad sh*t for stuntin' (Yeah)
But sh*t, that's all we know man, that's how a n*gga's raised (True)
You learn 'bout two things, getting pus*y, getting paid (Uh)
And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade
So n*ggas lying on they di*k and hoes giving nice brain, yeah
In class, dreamin' 'bout having these nice things
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin', but them whites ain't (Hmm)
I brush it off, like, "f*ck it, it's motivation" (Yeah)
Some n*ggas gotta walk through life, some n*ggas roller skatin' (Uh)
Some n*ggas bypassing steps, some n*ggas chose to take 'em (Yeah)
And for that fortune, man, some n*ggas sold their soul to Satan
But f*ck it, man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines
My little godsister pregnant now, I put in overtime
On my grind (Yeah), like a n*gga making Folgers
I'm focused on my bite like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on
These hoes is crying 'cause I won't pay 'em attention (Nah)
Time is money, b*tch, and a n*gga payin' tuition (Haha)
Real n*ggas hustle by using their intuition (Yup)
While these fake n*ggas ain't about doing, they into wishin'
[Chorus: J. Cole & Nas]
Uh, I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Uh)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, n*gga
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Grants, n*gga (I'm out for presidents to represent me)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Peep them Washingtons, man)
Tired of those (Yeah)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Until I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle, n*gga, it's greed
That make a n*gga wink at the devil to get the cheese (Yeah)
You n*ggas couldn't think on my level, weavin' with trees
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now n*gga, please
I'm chasing G's, tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze
Sick sh*t, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave 'til I'm hot
But my watch got a breeze, a south n*gga
Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth
Out grindin' while you reclinin' on your couch
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt
My n*ggas riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gon' find what I'm about, n*gga
Far from a slouch, n*gga, I ain't gonna parlé with y'all
I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher
But check, them checks is all a n*gga thinking
For them Presidents, I'll treat a n*gga like Lincoln, blaow
[Chorus: J. Cole & Nas]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Yeah)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Definitely out for presidents to represent me, n*gga)
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Money coming soon

[Outro]
Mike Charles, what's good?
Nervous Reck, what it is? Ayy
Barbed Wire, what's good? Filthe Ritch, what's good?
Germ, you out, baby
I ain't made it home yet, I'm coming soon, my n*gga
Gotta get up out by your dream, you know?
You know your boy dreamin' now, easy
We went here since I was like what? Sixteen, n*gga, fifteen
I'm twenty-one, I'm a grown-ass man, sh*t didn't change, homie
Money is coming soon, trust me, n*gga
Trust me, n*gga
I'm all growed up