Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Presidents, artist - Emilio Rojas. Album song Zero Fucks Given: Volume One, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Same Plate Entertainment
Song language: English
Dead Presidents |
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… |
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? |
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' |