Dead President Heads Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Intro] 

Uh 

We in here counting dead president heads 

Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting 

They put pictures of dead president heads on green, long papers 

Then went and put dead president heads on mountains 

How we ain't gon' make it? 

You know what 

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[Verse] 

I went from women asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to center of attention 

To dinners in Vegas, then all the way to Japan racking up yen 

Now I'm all the way back 

And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins 

I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous 

To those who want to come and try harm or change him 

While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real nigga harmony 

Energy around me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and bass 

All intelligence is on God level 

All memories formed in melodies from the 70s 

And all hail to all dinners and plates 

And all hail to the cartels, and we out on a yacht 

And you know how we know that we are and you not? 

Because y'all are looking at our sales 

I'm a motherfucking one-man army 

I'm more [?] than all, I put the our in our sales 

Uh, I'm the one they can't generalize 

Every time I come through straight, their wave minimize 

Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through faith, gave enterprise 

Niggas get crowned quick these days 

Street this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that 

All we see around your clique is squad cars 

Niggas need to be crown vicked these days 

Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks 

Let alone my shoes 

I'm not a street nigga, I'm just a chip off the old block 

I ain't rocked with an entourage since '07 

Niggas dissed Marshall after they copy his whole reference 

Like we won't send an actual firing squad to their studio 

That will Basquiat their whole session 

A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me though 

I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow 

I got that blowing that weed, taking that last drag in 

And tossed in the infirmary glow 

I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder with this ball dagger 

Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she having an orgasm 

And all of her juices is haul-assing down the thighs 

God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes 

I'm not alive, I wasn't born, I got a ride 

Uh, get your popcorn, idolize 'cause I've arrived 

This is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the band shooting 

This is beat submission from Bas Rutten 

This the [?] edition of [?] 

Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due here 

This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news 

Relax junior, you still think you're in high school 

But you're not, but you will be looking at your last new year 

Ha, boo-ya, bombs over Baghdad 

Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo Bear 

With the residents just go blasting through there 

I ain't stressing 'bout none of you poindexter responses 

I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist unless it's Ashanti 

Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlon labcoat 

Mixed together with leather bathrobes like Plies and Fonzi 

Cool science, I'm around lions and giants 

You there, Ryan's here 

No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the highest tier 

One diss track could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies 

Whipping the Mac truck with Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook 

I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying prayer 

Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in laughter 

And ever since that heffer put me on MediaTakeOut 

I ain't fucked a basic bitch since 

I got sophisticated bitches coming to my place asking "is it safe to sit?" 

I said, "only if you have to take a shit" 

Country chick named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick 

Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers 

I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders 

Blacks never had each other's backs 

Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now we're actually spineless 

I'm into psychology nowadays, she say she bad 

I'll probably brainwash her like Hollywood to Stacey Dash 

A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang 

Wada-Tah! 

5'9" the illest MC of all time right now and all the time 

Kneel right in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line 

Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint with the Slaughters and Em 

Come on in, dummy, the water's fine 

Sniff around, I smell just like money, I ain't hard to find 

I'm doing big things 

This bitch asked me do I got at least 50 shades 

Just the other day 

I said, "come here, let me kick game 

I got more than 50 shades and just grey is the colorway" 

I game my momma a pic of myself in a big frame 

And a card that said "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day 

Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray for more 

I just lifted the skirt of the devil 

I don't really care how you're dressing 

Nigga, I'm just out here to take your drawers 

Make the winner fall on the track 

Let nature take it's course 

I'm a product of the old Death Row camp 

I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be standin' clear 

I come with the cannon not the cameras 

I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go champ 

Let's slow dance 

Kill you with the first and give you seven more, necromance 

Best flow versus yo petrol rants 

You gassin' 

This that new black Bent, blue Aston 

This that who dat against who askin ? 

'99 the Outsidaz told me I wouldn't last 

I'm too arrogant 

But here I am, two boys two girls two errors in 

And they over there on pills and heroin 

Forks in they careers so that's real embarrassin' 

If I could just get you clean through my charities 

I might just let you breathe through me vicariously 

But then again, I might not cuz I don't write sparingly 

I'm torn between get along, fight, and why can't we 

Fuck the Stitches approach 

If I have to show up, I'm slashin' your throat 

Your arms are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T 

I'm not a factor, I'm the whole problem 

Down to subtract for a fraction of folks 

Your favorite artist a diva 

I put leaves around the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar 

Wake me when the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh 

I'll be flying with a full tank of gas 

On ether 

If you from the block, watch y'all sons 

Watch y'all daughters, cuz I saw murder 

Slaughter much as much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog water 

I came a long way from wishin' under the stars 

But I ain't come all of this way just to say I've come this far 

Coppin' paintbrushes with black cards 

There's no limit when it comes to this art 

No need for twitter followers 

I dodged prison 

I'm the non-equivocal black and at large 

Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a villa in Calabasas 

I'm that same little Cringer and Battle Cat kid 

Addict specialty pen and pad scenematics spazzin' 

Fuckin' wit' a bitch about as bad as my spendin' habits 

I got nowhere askin' can I have it 

All the valuables I have in this world, I had to take it 

Had to open King Tut's tomb up in my imagination 

Had to separate fear from respect then admiration 

Get rid of your fears 

Time to remove doubts and 

Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln 

Who carved dead president heads 

Who got paid dead president heads by the president 

To move a mountain 

Contemprary art deco 

We keep the shit rockin' like the dails of Art Basel 

Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like it's our step show 

We survive 

We should have bar mitzvahs for these bars 

We the gods 

We should shoot bar missles with these bars 

Beat the odds, look at the car see the rides 

Don't be surprised, just realize 

We ain't runnin' for president 

So, we ain't worth shit 

Unless we alive 

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