dead presidents III

'Dead Presidents III'
Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III
Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just dont give a fuck, RATTPACK
So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease
Got it capiche? This is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin on a record deal thats never coming like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun
Like the break of dawn
So follow your father like an apostle
Paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowin whats gon follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray for tomorrow
At times my heart could be hollow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Lifes a bitch and I heard shell fuck you so Im trying to find her
One moment shell love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda
The bitch is kinky, kind of
So with the lift of a pinky Imma
Dominate the world like my name is brain
Spit flame like propane
Bitches I overcame you know the name
Ink in my veins, inflames
and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, mutha fucker
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Allow me to kill it off the brake like no traffic
Murderin every demographic
Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that its graphic
Rip the mic to set the example
While all these mu-fuckers testin my patience like blood samples
Constant thoughts of suicide, we live in an era thats do or die
Society expects us to fail, Im talking about you and I
But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum
We want, nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased
In your central nervous system like heroine reppin maryland to the fullest
Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers dont pull it
I get from point A to point B by keeping it G
Aint no killer but dont push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel
I have not a single enemy
Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind
Cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme
And when it comes to dames I catch planes
They catch feelins
Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings
High as the ceiling
Yall really dont know who your dealing with now
Visions of livin until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen
Thankful for every breath Im givin
Fuck social division
On the road to success and their aint no time for collision
People ask 'how you get your flow so amazing'
To which I reply 'I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions'
Haters takin shots they never graze him
Now if pro is the opposite of con
Whats the opposite of pro-gress
I love my country but that shit a mess
Grew up on section 8, I can attest
And now they wonder why I claim that Im the fucking best
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for presidents to represent me (get money)
Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Now if I dont believe it yall wont perceive it
Now run it back and retrieve it
Till you receive it in your mother fuckin mind
Only 22 but I feel like Im 99
Back in 1999 thats when I began to rhyme
Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine
Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom
Fastin every night I aint talking bout no Ramadan
I was poor as fuck me and my momma didnt have a dime
At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well
But my momma never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail?
So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own
I left home at 17
Shortly after my momma got stabbed by fucking around in the streets
But she still breathin which gives me a reason
to believe in a higher power instead of grieving
So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin
And now you know this is just a sugar coated version
within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story
by OG