DX - Dead Presidents III

[DXavier23]

Dead Presidents III- BY DX

[Chorus:]
"This is Dead Presidents part three" --> Nas
"Get money!"
"This is Dead Presidents part three" "Get money!"
"This is Dead Presidents part three" "Get money!"
"I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"

Verse 1.
Life's a card game, everybodys dealt a hand
But it aint the cards, its how u play em, understand?
I was brought up in Brooklyn, influenced by Chris Wallace
A road scholar for sure, but never went to college
A business mind, disengenous from drugs
Back when I was 17, and used to be a thug
I made it out, and now i have money
In High School they called me a dummy, and now im laughin (Thats FUNNY)
You think its ironic, that a nigga sellin chronic
Once demonic, Now making a boom in the world like a sonic
Just because i can put words together like phonics
Money carbonated like tonic, Move the earth like tactonics
Now If you listen real close and you become analytical
You notice hova's similies, (He's mad fucking lyrical)
THe President Of Def Jam, im definitely political
I went from no money to mo money, now aint that a miracle
HOVA, is a street genius, ready to takeover the corporate world
I got money in the bank, pockets fatter than Norbit's girl
I'm the boss, sittin on 257 (YEAH We KNow)
Im Sam Rothstien, and life's one big casino
Im a goodfella like DeNiro, a boss like Pacino, directin niggas like Tarantino
Or Martin Scorsese, like him, I'm a legend in my field of art
And comin from a background that never gave me a head start
20 years later, living the american dream
And I actually wasnt dreamin it, although that is what it seemed
Like Wu, all i want is CREAM, but the consequences of greed is what i deem
SO I hope my soul i can redeem, from the thirst of the lights that gleam
And wind up in heaven, when my lifes all out of steam

[Chorus:]

"This is Dead Presidents part three" --> Nas
"Get money!"
"This is Dead Presidents part three" "Get money!"
"This is Dead Presidents part three" "Get money!"
"I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"


Verse 2:
I aint dead but im a president, a BK resident
Number one overall, sure its evident
Niggas are arguin over what number i hold
How many girls i've fucked, how many blunts i've rolled
A mature nigga, and im settled down clown
Went from BK projects to livin Downtown
Let me put in all in perspective
Ill go from finsish to start for those of u dislexic
I got many cars, 60,000 dollar Lexus
I've fcked more models than there are republicans in Texas
Its Jay-Z now, im sittin in my beach chair rockin my sandals
Im the el presidente, but stay out them scandals
But let me take you back to the days of 22 twos
I used to hustle, make more money than the jews
I wise man told me dont argue with fools
But I argued with Jim Jones, so i guess he wasnt tellin the truth
Life is a novel, im only on the prologue
If life was a CD, i would only be on "Oh My God"
The second song on my LP, for those who didnt listen
BEst rapper alive, yeah im in that posiition
I went from playin ball to owning a team
I went from hustlin on the block to Forbes Magazine
I went from calling girls bitches to callin them ladies
I went from drivin a chevy to drivin a Mercedes
Ive matured, a better person inside and out
Any deamons I had, i musta letem out
Jigga, is that nigga whos sellin out the garden
Ill send yawl niggas in jail without no presidential pardon
Im livin in a nice house, with Eden as my garden
And beyonce as my eve,
the riches as temptation, and god as B-I-G
From Reasonable doubt to the Black ALbum, my legacy survived
Im highly respected in the rap game, illest rapper alive

[Chorus:]

"This is Dead Presidents part three" --> Nas
"Get money!"
"This is Dead Presidents part three" "Get money!"
"This is Dead Presidents part three" "Get money!"
"I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"

Outro: Out of fucking time, nigga thats nonsense
Once had an urge to sin, now Ive grown a conscience
Lucifer's out to get me, that is what i fear
So I stay close to my entourage like Adrian Grenier
The streets is hungry, and niggas is dying
No money to feed the baby, so the baby is crying
And here I am sighing, feelin guilty for this
While im out spendin money, niggas is goin through shit
And I feel like ish, the sad realization btwn the rich and the poor
Im just a nigga, just tryna escape the allure
Dead presidents numero tres, i show i side of realism
From separating away from materialism but that is just idealism
And surrealism, something that i only can see in my thoughts
Because HOVa is like erbody else, and has urges to floss
Thats wats driven me to the top level, and why they call me the boss
Cause no matter wat the circumstances, I never give up
And forget about what i said before, i know what I desire
But just hope it won't lead me to a place of demons and fire


"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"

[DXavier23]

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