Mr G - Dead Presidents lyrics

I come from the land of the beatnuts Where n***as keep the heat tucked Where coke dealers are those n***as... go figure I'm finna go platinum wit these flows n***a So I ain't gotta worry bout no f**in' gold digga' (ya dig?) But if I don't boy I bet I got that midas touch Being broke caring about loose change got me tight as f** So take the weed n***a go ahead and light it up Sometimes I think damn how the hell I write this stuff? You see lord I just want mercy no Murcielago Got a illa' noise but I ain't from Chicago Light skinned mulatto, but I know that there ain't a drip of white in me when it come to the '50 So please officer, don't mean to bother ya But my man's in a cell, he's going through hell For selling coke and water just to hope his daughter ain't hungry I swear we're all tired of being bummy I ain't rich yet but I've been waiting patiently The future's def' something that I can't wait to see So don't blatantly try and take the cake from me 'Cuz I'll introduce your face to my ACG's n***a I rep queens I'm the illest here And best believe I'm about to make a k**ing, yeah I hear 'em gossiping , and my n***a f** oxygen I won't stop 'til I'm breathing millionaire, for real Soarin' Soarin' I'm out for dead f**in' presidents to represent me Queens... (yeah)