Dallas Kacey - Dead Presidents II lyrics

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Dallas Kacey - Dead Presidents II lyrics

[Verse 1- Dallas kacey] If they say out for Dead Presidents I guess the rhetoric changed We used to Wanna be named amongst greats Now they want the fame If they ain't payin they pump brakes They don't understand It's not about the money, it's bout outrappin' another man Who give a damn about the bottles with the sparklers in'em I rather see the sparkle momma eye, and buy her a new car Or.. Spark a thought in the mind of a young artist every time I drop a new song for'em That's why I do it man, I swear I ain't new to this Yaw better cut me off For this beat get neutered & I get ludacris And every new rapper that hear this beat & wanna do it'll hear my version then go bakc to the beat & not know what to do wit it Somethin bout this 19 year old There's cats in my lan But I euro around'em, I think I'm James Harden And this Like Madison square garden Except I got the ball & yet I still manage to take charges It's Amazin.. But this is where it happens right? Startin' to think im playin the bench, and all the starters in the afterlife already Cause Big & Makaveli is gone & other than them then theres no one really left to carry the throne They phony as ever for-real They don't tote plenty o' steel They steal plenty o' quotes & not quote who said it for real I'm bout-ta be the one the young-ins wanna be better than But once the crown is mine it ain't ever gon' touch another f**in' head again I don't need no dead presidents to represent me nope Nah I don't need'em I don't want'em And the other thing man, JJ tried to tell me I couldn't possibly make a Dead Prez as good as anybody You know JayZ, J Cole, Lupe, all that.. So look.. I done overcame the peer pressure To kick real life lessons Verses hit like I spit with navy seal type weapons Ya'll hit the beat with like a 357 Lucky I don't bang cause when I shoot the trey I hardly miss like Stephen A golden state o' mind, on east coast beats The only positive to come up out the West vs. East coast beef I'm like Jay, plus Snoop times Cole & Dot Look & spit like Big, but same coast as Pac See I, maneuver through the rap dudes I'm like mike for-real Ya'll "Like Mike" the movie when Bow ripped through the shoes Ya'll lost all power But I ain't had no specials J's to start Just a instrument playlist & this greatness in my heart Plus the will to be the best & many hours deep in thought, I see it all The goal is kick it & ball, like playing' soccer But me, I see all the holes in ya'll game, like a round golf So I'm Tee'in off on every song like im a proud Tongan See Ya'll don't even bars to try & see me with Ya'll gon' rewind this song so much it's gon' sound like the CD skipped Or something of that nature Old flow, I could a wrote this on a pager Bet you when you left my show You left hooked, like Joe Frazier.. There I go again, raisin the bar Stayed in my lane but upgraded my car & let these cats hate from afar Got through the door Barricaded & all So I spit it like no other ever spit it & await the applause Man I don't need no dead presidents to represent me

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