Two Presidents

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Two presidents, and we blowing presidential

Two presidents, and we blowing presidential

See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day

Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with the K

Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm

I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome

(Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm

I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome)

I'm vicious, and my house is a red light district

And my couch is a porno star, outta town from Houston and Memphis

And I never gave a fuck

And I never did fuck with y'all, so I kept my distance

Just me and my day ones

And a thousand ones for these strippers, ho

I've been on my own, get on the song

Then pee on the song, my bladder is gone

I shattered your dream, I'm Freddie it seems

My shadow is wearing expensive cologne

Pig tails, and dookie braids, cabinet full of Kool-Aid

I'm ghetto as fuck, and my pedal is up

But I'm gassin' on all of you niggas, mane

Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm

I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome

Stale face, how come?

Is it 'cause I do me? or you main bitch wanna do me?

Face shots we call it Call Of Duty

K.Dot bitch, now give me two feet

Made my bitch come give me 2 Gs

Raised by wolves, and we do eat

Played by rules and you might live

And I try to do this shit for the kids

But y'all got different perogative

And y'all right, inhale

And I dwell where the fortune live

And that's vicious

Two presidents, and we blowing presidential

Two presidents, and we blowing presidential

See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day

Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with the K

Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm

I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome

(Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm)

(I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome)

Big mouth, sat me down

Said YG, this how you hold a chop now

I ain't gon' lie, I'll be feelin' like Obama

Shootin' shit for days, momma not comin'

Disillusioned by the background

Chopper cockin', I'mma clap mine (watch it)

Homies in the pen ain't never comin' home

Greened out car from the Chevron

Me and my momma in a county line

It was food stamps, now its passport stamps

Bout to come back to the deuce line

Told you we'd blow like deuce nines

BSM we cannibals

Eat your flesh, no antidote

Kendrick, that's family though

We on Rosecrans, it's a party ho

This right here that Martin, Malcolm

Only difference, we still alive

By any means necessary

Squad life, we down to ride (we down to ride)

Interstate, rival Pi's

See them tears in my momma eyes

Do whatever it take to keep my daughter fly

Do whatever it take to be immortalized

Two presidents, and we blowing presidential

Two presidents, and we blowing presidential

See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day

Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with the K

Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm

I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome

(Kendrick, Martin, Hootie, Malcolm

I'm screaming out peace, but his choppa piece a bad outcome)