Dead Pres Lyrics

Give me green, give me paper, give me dead presidents

Give me diamonds, give me gold on my necklace

I'm plenty stressed, lord bless me with dead presidents

Give me watches, no demon time this is diamond time

Give me an Indica, I'll slowly watch the time unwind

Give me a freak with a pony tail, I'll be genuine

Give me a queen who don't know me well, we'll spend plenty time

Give me a card I can slide for wine and dine anytime

Give me stocks, give me property, invest properly

Crypto the new lottery, lucky charms got a pot on me

Those who try to plot on me end up dead, there's a box for free

Who boxing me? who fuckin' with TC huh

Say my name my next verse gon' smack you

I was forced to adapt to so there ain't a force I can't pass through

I'll morph if I have to, I'm sort of a bad dude

Need cash on a fast mule, straight to the bank, that's why I'm laughing if they ask you

Give me green, give me paper, give me dead presidents

Give me diamonds, give me gold on my necklace

I'm plenty stressed Lord bless me with dead presidents

The root of all evil, consumed by all people

Assume it'll make us happy is what we do

So we, steal or serve from zip locks, the homie swerved like 6 cops

This a marathon we hustle no concern with pit stops

Ya favorite rapper got clout, but in the studio he ain't this hot

Compared to none I'm arrogant huh?

It's apparent I'm one of one

Since a parent I've overcome what most or none have done

Juggle words like I'm prepared to serve the circus some

Parent rappers, and I ain't even really break the surface, son

I'm blessed still, a young king to keep my name real

Wifey in the kitchen, I'm hyphy she like me, listen

Spite me if I'm trippin' it's like my life was pre-written

Money to the ceiling since six a feelin' I'm feelin'

It's starting to make sense, I got a foreign parked and I paid rent

A ginormous yard with a gated fence

Wait, that's a dream and I ain't make it yet

No, that's the truth and I ain't faking shit

Less cap more walk on the pavement, I'm made to break

Not like bending breaking but I mean more like with the bank I'm saying

Break the bank, a quarter shy of being the most important guy

Fake it till you make it not a source that I would often try

Words run deep, touch the heart and souls of those who cry

I bleed through every sheet like the ink that seeps right before it dries

Give me green, give me paper, give me dead presidents

Give me diamonds, give me gold on my necklace

I'm plenty stressed Lord bless me with dead presidents

I'm tryna keep my dad from the bottle, don't go there again

Same time I'm watching my cousin come down off heroin

If I had dead presidents, I think that'd be the right medicine

Buy em' a second chance, perhaps a home they can settle in

Or maybe I cop a Benz, pay strippers rent let the devil in

The choice is mine, battlefield of the mind, deployed like I'm

Fighting war, anything for a dollar more. that's dead presidents