J. Cole - Dead Presidents Lyrics

(Is this what you want?) Let me try again, uh, yeah
Money coming soon uh
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Omen, what up nigga?
(And you know why his name is OnPoint 'cause he on point, pussy)
Yeah (nigga), uh

Gimme my money, man, why else would a nigga be grinding? (Right)
Out for them diamonds, dawg, how else could a nigga 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
Like fuck it, I know I'll grow it back, shit, it's nothing
Funny how blacks spend they dough on mad shit for stuntin' (yeah)
But shit, that's all we know man, that's how a nigga's raised (true)
You learn 'bout two things, getting pussy, getting paid (uh)
And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade
So niggas lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yeah
In class dreamin' 'bout having these nice things (uh)
And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin'
But them whites ain't (hmm)
I brush it off like, "Fuck it, it's motivation" (yeah)
Some niggas gotta walk through life, some niggas roller skating (uh)
Some niggas bypassing steps, some niggas chose to take 'em (yeah)
And for that fortune, man, some niggas sold their soul to Satan
But fuck it, man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines
My little godsister pregnant now, I put in overtime
On my grind just like the nigga making Folgers (yeah)
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, bitch, and a nigga payin' tuition
Real niggas hustle by using their intuition (yup)
While these fake niggas ain't about doing, they into wishin' (uh)

Yeah, uh
I'm out for Presidents to represent me
I'm talking Benjamins, nigga
Grants, nigga
You can keep them Washingtons, man
Tired of those
Yeah

Until I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle, nigga
It's greed that make a nigga wink at the Devil to get that cheese (yeah)
You niggas couldn't think at my level, even with trees
You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now nigga, please
I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on 'em, freeze
Sick shit, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave 'til I'm hot
But my watch gotta breeze, a South nigga
Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth
Out grindin' while you reclining on your couch
I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt
My niggas riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth
And you gon' find what I'm about, nigga
Far from a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna parlay with y'all
I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher
But check, them checks is all a nigga thinking
And for them residents, I'll treat a nigga like Lincoln, bloaw

Yeah (uh)
Definitely out for presidents to represent me, nigga
Money coming soon
Mike Shaw, what's good?
Nervous Reck, what it is?
Ay, Bob Wire, what's good? Filthy Rich, what's good?
Germ, you out, baby
I ain't made it home yet, I'm coming soon, my nigga
Gotta get up out by your dream, you know?
You know your boy dreamin' now, man
You went in when I was like, what? Sixteen, nigga? Fifteen?
Twenty-one, I'm a grown-ass man, shit done changed, homie
Money is coming soon, trust me, nigga
Trust me, nigga
Mongrel, what up?