| Nigga, they call me El Presidente, top brash
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| Nigga 'cause I spaz, plus I got cash
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| Plus I pop tags, I got the cops mad
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| 'Cause I’m sick and the Glock got the hot flash
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| You ain’t go no arms, then how can you try to reach me
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| Being I’m the bomb, I’m probably out of your reach then
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| Seeing I’m the song that y’all will probably repeat when
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| Me and microphones is rocking the kind to beast it
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| My and my cajones can drop and try to keep shit
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| Locked in the streets with bitches that trying to key shit
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| Nickel been a beast since niggas was popping peace shit
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| Wearing polka-dots and rocking Islamic pieces
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| Why should I compete then? |
| We’re living to die
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| Compare me to a disease, who’s sicker than I?
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| I can tell if he new to the league or if he a star
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| I developed the unit in G’s like 50 and Sha
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| We run Detroit
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| Royce 5'9″
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| I run Detroit
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| Big shoutout to the whole Showoff crew |