Dead Presidents III
Dead Presidents III
Not to be confused with Growin' Pains III
Logic this Logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck, RATTPACK
So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease
Got it capeesh? This is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record deal that's never comin' like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun like the break of dawn
So follow your father like an apostle
Paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowin' what's gon' follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray for tomorrow
At times my heart could be hollow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you, so I'm tryin' to find her
One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda
The bitch is kinky kinda, and so with the lift of a pinky I'ma
Dominate the world like my name is Brain
Spit flame like propane
Bitches I overcame, you know the name
Ink in my veins, in flames, and spew on the page
To numb the pain like Novocain, mothafucker
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Allow me to kill it off the brake like no traffic
Murderin' every demographic
Paint a picture usin' only blood to make sure that it's graphic
Rip the mic to set the example
While all these mothafuckers testin' my patience like blood samples
Constant thoughts of suicide, we live in an era that's do or die
Society expects us to fail, I'm talkin' 'bout you and I
But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum
We want, nothin' but peace and if not we leave 'em deceased
In your central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I get from point A to point B by keepin' it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel
I have not a single enemy
Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, in they mind
'Cause I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme
And when it comes to dames I catch plane's
They catch feelings
Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings
High as the ceilin'
Ya'll really don't know who your dealin' with now
Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen
Thankful for every breath I'm givin', fuck social division
On the road to success and their ain't no time for collision
People ask, "How you get your flow so amazin'?"
To which I reply, "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions"
Haters takin' shots but they never graze him
Now if pro is the opposite of con
What's the opposite of progress?
I love my country but that shit a mess
Grew up on Section 8, I can attest
And now they wonder why I claim that I'm the fuckin' best
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money)
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it
Now run it back and retrieve it
'Til you receive it in your motherfuckin' mind
Only twenty-two but I feel like I'm ninety-nine
Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme
Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine
Daddy was smokin' crack I was raised by a single mom
Fastin' every night I ain't talkin' 'bout no Ramadan
I was poor as fuck me and my mama, we ain't have a dime
At sixteen the school system dismissed him and wished him well
But my mama never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail?
So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own
Left home at seventeen
Shortly after my mama got stabbed by fuckin' around in the streets
But she still breathin'
Which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grievin'
So many rappers bitin' me you would think they was teethin'
And now you know this is just a sugar coated version
Within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story
(C Sick)
I'm out for-
(Get money)
Presidents to-
RATTPACK, nigga
(Magic)
So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease
Waitin' on a record deal that's never comin' like a priest
So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease
Waitin' on a record deal that's never comin' like a priest