Kris Prince - Meet Obama lyrics

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Kris Prince - Meet Obama lyrics

Uh, yeah Tell them n***as that I'm with it I told My n***as we gone get it Yeah, I just gotta get it right We just gotta get this money I hope you never stop believing Look [Hook] I just wanna Meet Obama Meet his wife date his daughter Tryna blow up like Osama & I ain't got time for the drama Don't f** witchu n***as like Donald & These b**hes clowns like Ronald Aye I just wanna Meet Obama I just wanna Meet Obama Look [1st Verse] f** a critic tellum get out of my face Or shots coming n***a straight out the gate Bet I reign Noah's Arc with the flow I just spit & watch me fill up a lake Kept it real you just wanna be fake n***as hating I'm just trying to be GREAT Mow the lawn then we weed out the snakes I'm hard as Ali n***a minus the shakes Yeah, cuz a n***a turning 25 25 & im still alive I booked a ticket, you know time fliiieess I just wanna Meet Obama Pull up in that new Bugatti I want the M's like McDonalds My spirits connected with singers & models I'm making noise but I'm moving in silence My life is like the show of Money & Violence My business growing looking like an Empire I kick my feet up, way before I retire I just wanna show my genius, so I'm Gone Til' Further Notice.. I'm just trying to find the balance I stick to myself like I'm stuck on an island but....... You know, this rap sh** They try to tell me like it's not possible Look at me & tell me I'm not God's gift It's bigger than me, beyond it [Obama Speech] Part 2: [2nd Verse] Uh Drop the beat & bring the strings in I used to tell my mama that I'm gone rap & now look That boy going in Music sounding like you doing d** Rap a sample let it numb your tongue I just wanna write a hit Sell it to you, take a hit I used to just live in my room and just stay up late Recording raps on ca**ette tapes You never struggled then you can't relate But through the struggle boy we never break Cuz we just Warriors like Golden State Im flicking my wrist like I'm Klay I'm bout that Green like I'm Draymond Most of you rappers are not on my level I k** your career with a pen and a prayer Then look up to God & he said thank me later In the kictchen whipping with the sound Chop my lyrics up and break em down Wrap my flow into a brick Sell them units make it flip Uh, I deserve a couple million But im worth a couple billion Keep them Braz- by the zillions All you rappers are my children Got a soul that you just can't afford The type of gift that you just can't ignore You can try it but you can't destroy Another legend born in Illinois Who..........Me? [Obama Speaks] Thats where my life took me thats just where sh** happened to go & you know! Running through the Chi with my..... Shout out to Drake :-)

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