Dead Presidents

Emilio Rojas & Quincey White - Rap
Dead Presidents
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Duration: 3:57
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[Verse One: Emilio Rojas] Yeah, now we were young and reckless Runnin' trenches to fundin' Benzes to hunger pains Had a couple friends with them guns in vests, a couple chains Man, that's nothing to us, it's unimpressive All he wanted was a Range so he crossin' states in the Dodge Intrepid His mother stressed in the hospital 'cause her son's in sepsis Cuffed him to a bed 'cause they shot him before he was arrested Officer outside the room, we were tryna crowd in But till they get a statement from 'em, none of us allowed in And they rushed him through the ER and they read him all his rights Where they was finishin' with triage, the officers who shot him Followed him inside a streetcar but they were undercover They ain't say they were police, nah, nah But this what happens on the block too fuckin' often All these cats is catchin' bodies like they jugglin' with coffins The drugs that people sellin' got 'em beefin' over corners Instead of dreamin', we gon' see that corner office And the way he beat them charges and he knows it too Shit, so he'll be dead inside even if he ends up pullin' through And when them cops hopped out, he shot some rounds 'Cause he thought that they were tryna hunt him down That's what happen in the town man… [Verse Two: Emilio Rojas] Yeah, they flood the streets with guns and flood our eyes with tears Little homie 16, they got him facin' seven years Because his priors, they don't wanna try him as a minor He should just be pickin' out all his majors, not locked inside But the price of leather's got us deeper than ever And these hoes in love with money so they just sleep with whoever When they guarantee a life that they can Instagram So they gonna hit the sand that's in Miami with Louis bags and business class We livin' fast but we been dyin' quicker And there ain't gonna be no swimmin' back When we drownin' when we been cryin' rivers We bury people like seeds and we never gon' see 'em grow Mournin' they potential like he coulda been a CEO Instead of seein', shit ain't never gonna change Because once you catch a felony, you caught up in the game They don't hire convicts at no nine to five And ain't no rehabilitation, they makin' more when we locked inside The poison cheaper than the cure and they profit off the treatment So they keep us sick some more, yeah And fuck are y'all to tell my people they do wrong When y'all fundin' came from cigarette companies all along? [Verse Three: Dubb] To live life, you sellin' death Young nigga's face deteriorate off crystal meth Gotta sip some lean just to go to sleep 'cause he stressed Stay high, his low self-esteem, it got him depressed This whole world is a mess, need more a street sweeper to clean it up Even a scared coward will squeeze a gun While a real man would just beat you up Kill or be killed mentality, that's the mindset that got my people stuck Caged in before you even got a chance to see your boy You get your freedom up, ride around with the Mac Like lay them niggas flat down like a diesel truck But when you was born and raised in hell It's kinda difficult to get a evil up Take it into consideration, this generation don't see leaders much Take matters into my own hands, every nigga I know wanna rap All the hoes wanna pole dance, so if you slow dance And you finish school, you ain't cool, you a fool That do what you see on the TV and that ain't you It's a roadblock we gotta break through No matter what you do, just stay true nigga Tell yourself how you expect somebody else to love you When there's hate within, uncomfortable in your own skin In the mirror, instead of seein' yourself clearer This whole time, you starin' at the man you been fearin'
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Credits
- Writers
- Emilio Rojas
- Quincey White