[Lyric] Dead Presidents Mixtape Version (Pat Dolla$)

Verse 1

Man I'm coming for every single thing I'm owed
When I'm alone mastering flows
Dead Presidents gotta Grow like Afro's
Now listen up you don't get accidentally chose
Different Paths always arose
But in order to find that road
You gotta look inside that soul
Young Prodigy so cold, Study first then it unfolds
Experience added on to being told is so gold
Gather it all together and then create the whole mold
And if even if your cards are bad, motherfucker don't fold
Pay ya dues and Pay ya Tolls
Soon enough you'll make the shows
Break the hoes, and Shake the Hands
Make Them Family Not Fans
Hopefully they understand
That your tryna be something Grand
And when you bust up on the scene
The goal is to be mainstream
Cause if you blow, you gotta go, all the way
Getting Paid, Living Great
With Model Bitches in the Carribbean Shade
Keep a Perfect Mind State to accelerate through the fake
And when it's all said and done you pray that you reaching heavens gate
But, The Devil's out there with his right hand on the bible
To get if you if come near the title, So be ware
Lights and Liv Night can turn into fear
With one stroke of her hair
And you be sitting there
Wondering where the fuck is my career
Gone
You Seemed to have it, then it disappeared
When in reality your dreams never actually got there
So, Keep it in the circle and Get High
Cause Someones always watching, Even a dollar got eyes
Verse 2

Everything got a cost and Nothing is free
Ya fuckers better learn it soon and get that College Degree
So you can stack money, tap honeys and drink wine
With your feet up playing strip poker only with Dimes
Thats where they get ya
College is a scam
I'm Telling You In Advance
So maybe your ass won't travel the same path
You pay your life to throw a hat with a stripe
And when the party's over you can't even afford Rice
These bitches got you
Now you in the dorm, 2 years In
Figured out you a lil nice at rapping
Put the words together and you muster up a flow
Tell ya friends, they g ya head
Saying you could really blow and you know
They Don't really mean it
But you keep it in between your heart and your mind
And continue to grind
Saying one day Ima shine when I master these rhymes
And you put in the time
Idols in their prime, You studied their lines
Now you feel it in your soul
The seed starts to grow
You Be Killin' Em, Growning like Simba, Now you must go
Their views changes slow and they wanna get on your goals
And you think its better if you really really know your foes
Even tho
You ain't tryna kick it like american soccer
They want ya where they gotcha right in the Dollar
The shit that makes the baddest bitch hollar
It's only right that I get It
Dead Presidentials, Blacking out as usual