Presidents

I'm on my feet eight hours tryna get the loot
I'm in the mirror getting ready for interviews
But not with genius, or XXL
Just stupid ass jobs, that ain't gonna pay well
I got two of them
So I'm clocking in even on my day offs
Just hoping that it pays offs
I had to learn that the hurt was an investment
I had to realize the pain is a blessing
Grandma told me reach for the stars
Took that shit to heart, put my dreams in the front
Instead of the back, now look at me
Another young nigga tryna get paid off his raps
I need the big stacks, I need the big purse
I need to get away from the generational curses
That's given to us, it's ridiculous
A penny for my thoughts all I got
I be getting lost in them
But fuck it, maintaining til the day end
I'm running round tryna earn payments
Yeah, I got my feet on the pavement
See the days changing
Yellow skies turn pitch black
I'm just sitting back tryna keep my mind intact
It's a known fact that we trapped

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm talking Washington's, Lincoln's, them Jefferson's
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm talking Washington's,Lincoln's, them Jackson's
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Presidents to represent me
Dead fucking presidents to represent me



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Writer(s): Jared Nelson
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