The President Lyrics

Uh, look, I grab the microphone, hoping I can right my wrongs

I took a liking to you and now I'm tryna bone

Ya boyfriend look like me, where he got his style from?

But I ain't trippin', you should tell him that I'm proud of him

If biting my style was a sport, he'd prolly be the goat

I get it though, if I wasn't me, I'd wanna be me too

But damn man, give me some space, I ain't got no breathing room

Tryna sweep it under the rug; I think he need a broom

My life been good but I'm only twenty one

I got a long way to go, I feel like I've just begun

Never had opportunities, had to scratch for 'em

Like high-school, I would rap in the auditorium

My mother used to beat my ass when I would misbehave

That's the difference between me and all these kids today

Ya lil boy think he a girl, couldn't be my son

Think he transform when he put Victoria Secret on

Damn shame how they're raised, not my business though

I just figured I would try to help get y'all straight

Life too short to let ya lil boy wallow in pain

So tell him what he is and wait for him to tell you he ain't

Kids don't know shit; a reason why they can't vote

If lil Timmy had a say in our politics, we'd be broke

They'd make Young Thug the president and Future the pope

So if you advocate for that, pass me whatever you smoke

No disrespect to anyone that got here prior

But I'm the best to ever grab the mic, spit fire

I regret to inform you that I might get higher

I could bless you; my people look at me like Messiah

Ya people look at you like Mariah

Carry the game, I do that on a daily like Giannis

And I ain't lying to you, my boy, that's a promise

I'm just tryna be fam-ous, fuck, tryna be famous

So some get me on the radio station

Man, DJ Envy, where the fuck you at man? I'm tryna get my shit played, man, what the fuck! More underground than a basement

Making hits, they crazy not to put my shit in rotation

Grew up a rapper, not an athlete, not an actor

And before that, I wasn't even born yet

Even in my mother stomach, I had big dreams

That means I hopped out the coochie spitting sixteens like 'hey, look at me'

I must be denim; it's just in my jeans

People acting like God sent him, when they see me, they're in disbelief

I write a verse, I can make history

With no revolution necessary, the people all can just agree

I made it this far with no degree

I'm tryna make it before it's too late, I hope they play me overseas

I'm growing up but still I hope to see

The things I missed when I was younger, now my hunger taking over me