Alive Presidents (Album Version) Lyrics

East Side Flatbush Brooklyn where my momma stay

Not a barber but around here we caught all kind of fades

Rolling through the fifties almost caught a stray

Coulda ended up like Ricky but I'm more like Trey

Air punching the clouds Aggie tryna find a way to make my momma proud

Make my momma smile cause she sacrificed a lot

Me and her was sorta like Afeeni and Tupac

Like Ms. Wallace and Big Pop huh

Ballin' ain't no half or no intermission

In the booth I'm like Michelle Caesar in the kitchen

Cookin' up a hot plate

Rappin' and than I sing some time butno a nigga not Drake

Workin' on my craft but this is intention this is not fate

Best believe nigga got faith in my vision

Got it out the mud boy with my Tim boots and my effort

99% sure if I verse you well I'm better

If I put my foot down well I promise you I wont let up Sicker than your average

Never pushed a clip but I know dudes who move with malice

Always been the king I need my crown thrown and my chalice

Young boy but I'm grown now and I'm all about my balance

Hit up my wells Fargo and I had a negative balance

That's a different kind of pain on a different level

When you tryna pour champagne on a different bezel

As you reach a different height it's a different devil tryna kill what God did

Made an independent man what my mom did

On my tape I'ma show you clowns what Quan did

In all black like I landed in Wakanda

Can't get caught up in this game propaganda

And I put that on my mama

Man I love that lady just like Kanye loved Donda

Even through them hard times and them late nights with that drama

Taking cover when the world get rough

Sometimes when it gets tough it's a lot

Not to give up

Make it when it get rough

Working on this thing called life

Dodging them negative vibes

Make it when the world get rough

Cover when the world get rough

Cover when the world get rough