Dead Presidents V by TrxggaTre Lyrics
[Intro]
Yea, yea, yea
(Man i'm not doing it like these other niggas man, i'm only worried bout the money muhfucka)
Yea, look
(Shit is different over here bro)
[Verse 1]
It's like these niggas don't get it, nigga
You either did or didn't, ain't no in between
So sit down and listen let me tell you what I really mean
I wanna have them dead presidents bussin' out the seams
And all these niggas rats so they'll do anything for that cheese
And fuck it, I ain't got much time on this earth
I only make music for the niggas who know they worth
Nah I ain't throwing no dirt, on the ones who been hurt
Man this is life, this is just how it works
So brush ya shoulders let's work, I ask the Lord to protect my soul
All the evils of this world can't take control of the nigga
Who gone journey down the gold brick road
And come back wit a wallet so big it can't fold
They say that anything's possible
You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles
I, do the impossible I never liked the probable
I learned when you got the passion man ya actions become unstoppable ya dig
And trust me, I done had my battle wit doubt
Thoughts of compromising my art to settle for clout
Thoughts of buying fake chains just to settle the drought
These are the thoughts of a young nigga making it out, you see
I'm 19 but no i'm not no dummy
I know how niggas act when you get a little money
Working more, party less, they say you acting funny
I show up to the club, no I.D. I throw 'em twenties like blaow!
[Bridge]
See I look at it like this nigga, niggas get distracted by the fucking fame and shit...
(I'm out for presidents to represent me)
I'm only here for the fortune really though, (I'm out for presidents to represent me) gimme the money and i'm gone (I'm closer...)
I ain't worried 'bout none of that other shit
(Yea, yea, yea, yea, i'm closer) straight fucking dead presidents
(Yea, yea, yea, yea, i'm closer) I'm out for presidents to represent me
That's it, i'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
[Verse 2]
This shit is simple, you get ya money up and you ain't gotta show credentials, niggas copy like stencils
See me in the streets like keep bringing that heat
I promise I won't stop 'til i'm 6 feet deep, I peep, you sleep
Ight then, go head and keep resting
While you bullshit I'm jsut steady progressing
I don't take L's, I take lessons, and turn those into questions
This rap shit here's a profession, now check it
It's a step to step guide to this bread
Don't go chasing, it'll put yo ass over the ledge
Take a breath, don't let it get to you head
I know some niggas that'll shoot they own brother for them dead presidents
Step one: stay a lot about yo dough, don't get distracted by clothes, cars, and hoes
Step two: know you gotta stay humble, a lot of niggas get the bag and then fumble
Step three: don't let the money change you, same life you just in a different angle
Step four: is the most important of them all, know that cash rules, dollar, dollar bills y'all (dollar, dollar bills y'all)
How can I make sense when I make dollars
Don't be blowing up my phone 'less it's 'bout profit
I'm quick to block a hater like i'm Ben Wallace
I'm only worried 'bout my fam and my fucking wallet!
Yea, yea, yea
(Man i'm not doing it like these other niggas man, i'm only worried bout the money muhfucka)
Yea, look
(Shit is different over here bro)
[Verse 1]
It's like these niggas don't get it, nigga
You either did or didn't, ain't no in between
So sit down and listen let me tell you what I really mean
I wanna have them dead presidents bussin' out the seams
And all these niggas rats so they'll do anything for that cheese
And fuck it, I ain't got much time on this earth
I only make music for the niggas who know they worth
Nah I ain't throwing no dirt, on the ones who been hurt
Man this is life, this is just how it works
So brush ya shoulders let's work, I ask the Lord to protect my soul
All the evils of this world can't take control of the nigga
Who gone journey down the gold brick road
And come back wit a wallet so big it can't fold
They say that anything's possible
You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles
I, do the impossible I never liked the probable
I learned when you got the passion man ya actions become unstoppable ya dig
And trust me, I done had my battle wit doubt
Thoughts of compromising my art to settle for clout
Thoughts of buying fake chains just to settle the drought
These are the thoughts of a young nigga making it out, you see
I'm 19 but no i'm not no dummy
I know how niggas act when you get a little money
Working more, party less, they say you acting funny
I show up to the club, no I.D. I throw 'em twenties like blaow!
[Bridge]
See I look at it like this nigga, niggas get distracted by the fucking fame and shit...
(I'm out for presidents to represent me)
I'm only here for the fortune really though, (I'm out for presidents to represent me) gimme the money and i'm gone (I'm closer...)
I ain't worried 'bout none of that other shit
(Yea, yea, yea, yea, i'm closer) straight fucking dead presidents
(Yea, yea, yea, yea, i'm closer) I'm out for presidents to represent me
That's it, i'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
[Verse 2]
This shit is simple, you get ya money up and you ain't gotta show credentials, niggas copy like stencils
See me in the streets like keep bringing that heat
I promise I won't stop 'til i'm 6 feet deep, I peep, you sleep
Ight then, go head and keep resting
While you bullshit I'm jsut steady progressing
I don't take L's, I take lessons, and turn those into questions
This rap shit here's a profession, now check it
It's a step to step guide to this bread
Don't go chasing, it'll put yo ass over the ledge
Take a breath, don't let it get to you head
I know some niggas that'll shoot they own brother for them dead presidents
Step one: stay a lot about yo dough, don't get distracted by clothes, cars, and hoes
Step two: know you gotta stay humble, a lot of niggas get the bag and then fumble
Step three: don't let the money change you, same life you just in a different angle
Step four: is the most important of them all, know that cash rules, dollar, dollar bills y'all (dollar, dollar bills y'all)
How can I make sense when I make dollars
Don't be blowing up my phone 'less it's 'bout profit
I'm quick to block a hater like i'm Ben Wallace
I'm only worried 'bout my fam and my fucking wallet!