Dead Presidents - Intellectual

[Chorus]

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

Headed to makin' in Chicago till I'm ballin' like a bowl

Y'all can keep your shit, I flip scripts like bricks with my audible

Whips crack on wack MCs that lack passion

Talk about some shit they never had, it's purely a distraction

How I'm reactin', probably laughin'

At the fact that what I'm mappin'

A test, where few in the end will actually grasp what I mean

That winning [Sheen from shining dreams?] ain't everything it seems

This slave will lock you out your mind and try to toss the keys

Leave you in the cold, demand a hand to have you fold

What goes on inside the mind you find is often tried but never told

They often grind but never mold

Find that power that we hold

Tryna shine a piece of nothin' till you turn that shit to gold

And that's the meanin' of our lives

That bird be worth the dirt that got plants reachin' for the skies

And on our way up, these weeds will try to criticize

Try to feed off of our struggle without makin' sacrifice

So you gotta learn to hold your own

Remember who you are when that your roots is always home

Let it be known that if that place is one day gone

Stay strong, move ahead, use that pain to conquer like you still on

'Cause we say that road they lay is rocky

Yes, we born original, but some gon' die a copy

I ain't with it, I'll be different; so, see, that statistic's not me

In it till the finish, who the hell think that they gon' stop me?

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