Artist: J. Cole Album: The Come Up (Mixtape) Song: Dead Presidents Typed by: AZ Lyrics Give me my money, man, why else would a nigga be grinding? I'm for them diamonds, dog, how else could a nigga be shining? I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first mil I'm blowing that Now, like fuck it I know I'll grow it back, shit, it's nothing Funny how blacks spend their money on mad shit for stuntin But shit, that's all we know man, thats how a niggaz raised You learn bout two things: getting pussy, getting paid And you should be gettin laid by the time you in ninth grade So niggaz lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yea In class dreamin bout having these nice things And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin But them whites ain't I brush it off like, "fuck it, it's motivation" Some niggaz gotta walk through life, some niggaz roller skating Some niggaz bypassing steps, some niggaz chose to take 'em And for that fortune, man, some niggaz sold their soul to Satan But fuck it man, I ain't hatin, I gotta go for mines My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime On my grind, yea, just like the nigga making Fortunes I'm focused, on my bite, like a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on These hoes is crying cuz I won't pay 'em attention Time is money, bitch, and a nigga payin tuition Real niggaz hustle by using their intuition While these fake niggaz ain't into doing, they into wishin Til I'm rich, ain't no reason to settle nigga It's greed that make a nigga wink at the devil to get that cheese You niggaz couldn't think at my level, even with trees You couldn't get this deep with a shovel, now nigga, please I'm chasing G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze Sick shit, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave til I'm hot But my watch gotta breeze, a south nigga Boy, I'm shining without the diamonds in my mouth Out grindin while you reclining on your couch I'm climbing, you haters blinded by the doubt My niggaz riding is devout, so talking violence out yo mouth And you gonna find what I'm about, nigga Far from a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna parlé with y'all I'll probably hit ya, my hand game like Bobby Fisher but check, them checks is all a nigga thinking For them Presidents, I'll treat a nigga like Lincoln