Presidential

I be puffin' blunts in the house, hittin' stunts on the couch This year, crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth When your wife see me, she don't know how to act So don't be mad when I blow out her back; for real Your whole crew's a buncha poo butts, made a few bucks J'd a few sluts, then ya'll started runnin' your lips a little too much Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low Chickens sweat me wherever I go Me and O.C. be in the Lex', Cartier specs, Nautica sweats Gore-Tex, with Presidentials on, full of baguettes I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack Now I wanna gold plaque, can I get a soul clap? Some cats be col' wack You got the lye? Well brother, roll that And if it won't get me high, then hold that I'mma cop me a six, and cruise through the block with your trick I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich [O.C.] Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm I wave it over the crowd, dictating shit like Genghis Khan Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic Scolding, bringing somatic to this rap shit Bona fide. Mic set, you can't see me on it Master the art, so now I just flaunt it Born to live a life and die, but 'til then I'mma keep on writing slick rhymes with the pen I take the cherry from a beat like a virgin havin' innocent Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless Tearing it up when it comes to me picking up this cordless One of New York's finest On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz Bringing out the best in me We formulatin' like a recipe Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff Bestow my presence Then I'm divine like the seven Keeping it tight, cause what I suffice is raw nigga It's only right