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On Da Korner Remix Lyrics - Singles - Prezidential Candidates

[Hook] 

 

[Verse 1: Prez] 

 

Uh 

I'm poppin' bottles of prescribed medication for players 

I'm pushin' pills and painkillers to relieve this frustration 

Makin' millions off of rap is not a negotiation 

Hundreds of rappers done it, got famous, that's my motivation 

Runners, corner posters, pill fiends, and drug promoters 

I run this orchestration, you can call Prez the composer 

Wake up in Vegas, but I didn't star in "The Hangover" 

Chillin' on the corner brought me plenty of dough, like Homer 

I got mountains of that grain, but ain't talkin' granola 

My doja quota is over, ain't dealin' Coca-Cola 

Smokin' bowls wit my bros, but naw we ain't the Jonas 

Hocus pocus, Devil's grass leaves me bold and soulless 

If you approached me like a hostess, and I seemed to notice 

I would probably cook you like some wings at Friday's, leave you boneless 

My business is vicious, and good luck if you witness 

Smokin' juicy fruit citrus, light you up like Christmas (OK then) 

 

[Hook] 

 

[Verse 2: Prez] 

 

When that car pull up wit tinted windows, I feel some doubt 

Like maybe if I slide into that backseat, I won't come back out 

I call these customers locusts, they leave me dry like droughts 

But don't stress nothin', you know I get weight in like a boxing bout 

You know I'm here to fuck shit up, I got some cruel intentions 

Get high every day, I think I need a intervention 

Oh, you depressed? Well here, take this for all your imperfections 

I run my neighborhood like I picked off a interception 

Got more ups and downs in this backpack than a elevator 

I run these white lines in the street, like I'm a tennis player 

Let me educate you, my dudes packin' like Texas Ranger 

These chambers releasin' lasers that cut you down like razors 

Sellin' White Widow, Sour Diesel, this marijuana 

Attempted robberies end in Kurt Cobain, that's no nirvana 

Leave your brains and your body layin' in terra-cotta 

These boys is screamin' for they mamas, fuckin' prima donnas (OK then) 

 

[Hook]