Lyrics Dead Presidents - Clientell
It's
rules
in
the
game
we
must
follow
you
feel
me
Aye
Sensay
Waddup
Yeaa
Aye
yo
talk
to
em
right
quick
All
a
nigga
trying
to
do
is
get
this
money
up
I
ain't
come
for
new
friends
I
came
to
get
this
money
up
If
that
shit
gone
happen
it's
gone
happen
don't
believe
in
Luck
Grind
hard
commons
on
repeat
now
watch
me
level
up
Wooop
All
these
cap'n
ass
niggaz
trying
to
be
something
they
not
On
that
lame
shit
Out
here
cobra
clutching
on
these
thots
By
the
bags
full
of
cash
yea
My
hands
in
the
bread
yea
President
I
like
I
only
like
cause
they
was
dead
Jotting
thoughts
in
the
pad
the
way
I'm
packaging
Spitting
dog
food
on
the
road
12
trying
to
say
I'm
trafficking
I
know
I
been
that
nigga
been
in
cuts
like
first
aid
kits
Ever
set
a
nigga
live
a
bag
a
nigga
trying
to
get
We
popping
baby
yea
Get
this
money
is
not
a
option
baby
And
you
know
they
love
the
way
that
we
been
rocking
lately
We
just
keep
real
they
saying
that
we
motivating
These
Dead
Presidents
I'm
clutching
got
me
blocking
haters
Like
back
back
get
em
away
Way
Yea
Get
em
up
outta
my
face
Get
em
up
outta
my
space
Yea
yea
Me
and
you
can't
relate
you
ain't
been
where
I
stayed
Yea
yea
We
just
on
a
paper
chase
We
just
on
a
paper
chase
I'm
a
keep
it
simple
All
my
niggaz
popping
like
some
Crisco
Use
to
smoke
good
down
in
Cisco
My
lil
dawg
y'all
he
ain't
afraid
to
let
that
fif
blow
I
told
that
nigga
chill
cause
we
trying
to
make
our
wrist
glow
I
seen
it
all
before
And
the
odds
I
had
to
beat
them
We
came
up
appressed
So
we
strive
to
get
even
Call
it
fighting
demons
And
if
your
brother
cross
you
then
it's
treason
They
ain't
even
thinking
They
just
squeezing
now
you
bleeding
Make
your
moves
son
and
make
em
fair
Look
a
man
in
the
eyes
let
em
know
you
there
Cause
they
ain't
playing
fair
You
gotta
move
accordingly
You
know
I
got
the
young
Goat
recording
me
If
you
could
pay
attention
you
could
afford
to
see
We
popping
baby
yea
Get
this
money
is
not
a
option
baby
And
you
know
they
love
the
way
that
we
been
rocking
lately
We
just
keep
real
they
saying
that
we
motivating
These
Dead
Presidents
I'm
clutching
got
me
blocking
haters
Like
back
back
get
em
away
Way
Yea
Get
em
up
outta
my
face
Get
em
up
outta
my
space
Yea
yea
Me
and
you
can't
relate
you
ain't
been
where
I
stayed
Yea
yea
We
just
on
a
paper
chase
We
just
on
a
paper
chase
1 Chip on My shoulder (freestyle)
2 Open them Gates (freestyle)
3 Blessings (freestyle)
4 Gotta go Get it
5 Woke (freestyle)
6 Stressed
7 Destiny
8 Dayz
9 Momma told Me (freestyle)
10 Lake
11 The man Still
12 I'm Tired (freestyle)
13 Dead Presidents
14 Turks & Caicos (freestyle)
15 Bossed Up
16 Farewell (freestyle)
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