Dead Presidents Lyrics
[Hook]
I always keep it real cause people love the real me
[Zakee: Verse 1]
It don't make sense to change I'd rather keep it a buck
Stick my dick in the game and I still ain't giving a fuck
Finally dropped the album and niggas picking it up
I'm mobbing deep with my niggas, blast infamous in the truck
Like wassup, you see S-I and it's evident
My pocket is a cemetery for the Dead Presidents
Rest in peace to all of them, you know what the exception is
I got another pocket and it's all about the Benjamins
How much shows I gotta do to get a grand?
How much buzz does a nigga gotta get to be the man?
How much views does a nigga gotta get to have a fan?
How much fans does a nigga have to get to get a Stan? Damn
So intuitive, you know I'm so into it
Doesn't mean I sold my soul just know I put my soul into it
So until it's Stay Infamous with a deal, see
I'mma keep it real because the people love the real me
[Hook]
I always keep it real cause people love the real me
[Trag Tha God: Verse 2]
Yeah!
We rollin'..
Roll one for the god
Cannibis got me feeling like Canibus
Cause these double L's got me cool while J spliff another
Word to mother, ain't nobody fucking with us
But if I play it fair can I bust?
Flipping lyrics to funky rhythms, contradiction with drug dealing
This black guy got white, that's monkey flipping
Pardon the racism but if my skin color negro then I'm a nigga and so is my niggas
It's a motivational thing, used to slaving for the white
Now the white got me to places where Gucci, I can rock it, no Dwight
Was only a matter of time 'til the line came like soda pop, dope that's coke
Fighting off the ropes for dead people with slight significance
And since '95 I've been getting it
All for a contract but where's the real pro in that?
Subconscious stick ups, put K's to W's, you know that
[Hook]
I always keep it real cause people love the real me