J. Cole Dead Presidents 2 song lyrics

These niggas is playing Russian roulette with a full clip, foolish

My crew is foolless no we don't dance all we do is stay two steps ahead

Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck

Instead while these dudes beg for head

They got the game twisted

Heavy traffic in this rap shit

Look how my lane shifted, elevated my game, lifted my name

Now these lame niggas could never get it

Like that bad bitch you wanted but could never hit it

Clever with it, my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it

So high if I dropped I would fall for eleven minutes

So yeah, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train

It's dope, then you should know the suppliers name

It's J. Cole, set of horns and a halo

And all these Jose Canseco's wanna text-us like Waco

Its hard to remain faithful niggas be throwing hate

Yo I'm in a league of my own so what the fuck would I play for?

Some next niggas almost slid in but didn't fit in

Naw I ain't Maury Povich but who the fuck is you kiddin?

These big wig niggas throwing their bid in

Try not to show stress

I guess the flow is protested like a sit in

I told my niggas we would get in

But that ain't even half the battle

Stay behind like a shadow

Or you catapult

Now if I had a ladder or now even if I had a rope

I'd climb that motherfucker to the top and never let it go!

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 fucking presidents to represent me. Heaven or hell, you choose

Freedom or jail, you lose

I can't stop, I'm as hot as the devils shoes

Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys

Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards

I'm nothing like these ho-like rappers

My whole life practice to be the one

What's it like to be Lebron

They calling you the saviour, so much pressure but you deal with it

The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it

Ill with it for real, lil nigga from Ville that real niggas can feel

Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas a grill

No Foreman, try not to call them ladies bees but them hoes swarmin

Now honey, Aye is it destiny or is it money your feelin

Heard rumors of a deal and now you thinkin a million

Pardon my paranoid mind but I'm starin in the mirror livin in fear that things a never be the same

No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this

Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this?

Aye five years I'll probably laugh at this

Try not to let it wear me out like a bad bitch with fashion sense

I keep it fresh while these wack niggas rehash and shit

Jackin styles you know, ski mask and shit

I pass these niggas, they trynna do it how these other niggas did it

I'm tryna live it how no other nigga ever lived it