Lyrics
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain’t write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This’ll be the realest shit you ever «e Let’s go!
My president is black, my Lambo’s blue
And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too
My momma ain’t at home, and daddy’s still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo’s blue
And I’ll be goddamned if my rims ain’t too
My money’s light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?
Let’s go!
Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I don’t know what you fishin for but catch you a great white
Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales
I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bails
Who knew what came with jail, who knew what came with prison
Just cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminal?
I say and I «e, «We need a miracle»
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict
Be all you be, now don’t that sound like some dumb shit
When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Boo
It’s really a Desert Storm, that’s word to my nigga Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggas, I’m winnin in California
Winnin in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Sevana
I said I woke up this morning, headache this big
Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to Polos
Love me some spinach dip, I’m addicted to Houston’s
And if the numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans
Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
It’s all love Bun, I’m forgivin you Pimp C You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon’speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven he’d tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I’m doin fine, Obama for mankind
We ready for damn change so y’all let the man shine
Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream
Yeah, our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys so a nigga won’t go broke
Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can’t go vote
So I spend doe, all these hoes is trippin
She a ain’t a politician, honey’s a polotician
My president is black, rolls golden charms
Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan’s arms
When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you
That can arouse ya ego, we got mouths to feed so Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from
Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from
No matter how big you can ever be For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity
For years there’s been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I’m the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill
So I’m sittin right here now man
It’s June 3rd haha, 2:08 AM Nigga I won’t say win, lose or draw
Man we congratulate you already homie
See I motivate the thugs right
You motivate us homie, that’s what it is This a hands on policy, y’all touchin me right nigga
Yeah, first black president, win, lose or draw nigga
Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is man
Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T, Washington homie
Oh you ain’t think I knew that shit?
Sydney portea what dey do?
Haha, my president is black
I’m important too though, my Lambo’s blue
I was, I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini yeah haha