Jacob a Bell - A Dead Presidents Bi -GET-Able Lyrics

A dead presidents bigetable
They all get retrieved both ways
Yeah
Legally and illegally
They all get retrieved both ways
Yeah

My governments a bully
But here's what niggas gotta do
What you niggas
Gotta do
This aint no hypocrite Ima spit the decent
First off f*ck ya bitch and the clan you claim
We aint got no poppy fields in the USA
So who in charge is letting it in to the USA
Had to pay for my own jailing in the USA
They aint even clean my celling in the USA
Cops watch us without binoculars in the USA
Three flips level up big in the USA
But without us aint no USA so Ima say it like this

Slow money is the old money
Gotta wait two weeks before it even is receive oh
I leave tears on the plantaion
Work my fingers to the bone
Still surprised they dont bleed oh
So take a little and call it taxes
While rich just sit upon they asses
And bills need to get paid
The one pecent boomerang
Whats a perc to a spoon
Adderal to coke
Is it the war on drugs
Na its the war on thugs
But thats the difference from a
Gang to a government
The tone of ya skin paralegal discipline can lie too
Amend the bible
F*ck the cycle
Na you can't fight but everybody get riffles
War is for cars manipulation and diamonds
Na it aint supremacy its more like survival