Dead Presidents
Blueprint Lyrics


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[Intro]
Uh-huh
Gon' have a lil' bit of fun today
Rap to some, shit just layin around
Don't take me too serious; y'knahmsayin?

{*scratch: "Havin cash is highly addictive
Especially when you used to havin money to live with" - Mobb Deep*}

[Blueprint]
I'm "Illmatic" when it comes to countin my dough
1's and 5's go to wifey son, you know how that go
I'm probably posted in a hotel after a show
Countin show and merch' money, rubber band on my rolls
I think I was 13 or 14
When my parents had to have a little talk with me
They told me money don't grow on trees
And ever since then I've been on my P's
Up and out the house into the morning air
Needed a 9 to 5 job and I didn't care where
Then finally found two at the Ohio State Fair
Just to spend all the money that I made on gear
Fast forward to the present now rap's my job
But I'm still goin after it hard
Because I know the ride could end just as fast as it starts
And I'll be right back on the block with "Dead Presidents"

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
{*scratch: "Havin cash is highly addictive
Especially when you used to havin money to live with" - Mobb Deep*}

[Blueprint]
Uh-huh... huh
You need to stop rappin, if you ain't seein no perks
No fanbase, no cream, no skirts
I study bad music like it was my homework
I learn the most from whack gimmicks that don't work
It's true, you could learn a lot from a dummy
I learned how to make money, and hold it tight
So nobody on God's green earth can take it from me
And when they try I make it ugly, feel that
See I'm inspired by real rap
Those that tried hard to chart and still failed
Those told the earth was flat and still sailed
They went against all odds and did well
Every wish that accompanies a penny in a well
is the dream of a criminal, sittin in a jail
Livin in hell, head spinnin in a cell
About to break but held together by fam sendin him mail
with "Dead Presidents"





[Chorus] - echoes and fades, beat plays to end

Overall Meaning

Blueprint's song Dead Presidents is a reflection on the rapper's appreciation for money, as well as his understanding of the dangers that come with it. He acknowledges in the intro that he's going to have some fun, but not to take his words too seriously. In the first verse, Blueprint likens himself to the classic Nas album "Illmatic" when it comes to counting money. He admits that he gives his smaller bills (1's and 5's) to his wife, while he keeps his larger stacks bundled with a rubber band. Blueprint goes on to explain that he's been focused on money since he was a teenager and had to learn the hard way that it doesn't grow on trees. He took any job he could get, but finally found two at the Ohio State Fair. Even with the excitement of making money, he still spent it all on clothes. He fast-forwards to present day, where rap is now his job, but he knows it could disappear just as quickly as it started. The chorus repeats that having cash is addictive, especially when you're used to having money to live with.


In the second verse, Blueprint suggests that those who aren't seeing any perks or benefits from rap should consider stopping. He claims to have learned the most from "whack gimmicks" that don't work. He's proud that he knows how to make money and keep it so that nobody can take it from him. He's inspired by real rap, and those who failed despite trying hard in the industry. Blueprint admires those who went against all odds and succeeded. Lastly, he acknowledges that every penny wished for in a well by a lawbreaker is the same dream that inmates have when they're sent "Dead Presidents" in the mail.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm "Illmatic" when it comes to countin my dough
I'm an expert in counting my money


1's and 5's go to wifey son, you know how that go
My wife gets the smaller bills while I keep the larger ones


I'm probably posted in a hotel after a show
I'm likely staying in a hotel room after performing a show


Countin show and merch' money, rubber band on my rolls
I'm counting the money I earned from my show and merchandise while keeping it organized with rubber bands


I think I was 13 or 14
I believe I was 13 or 14 years old


When my parents had to have a little talk with me
When my parents had to give me some advice


They told me money don't grow on trees
They advised me that money doesn't come easily


And ever since then I've been on my P's
And from then on, I've been working hard


Up and out the house into the morning air
I left the house early in the morning


Needed a 9 to 5 job and I didn't care where
I needed a regular job and didn't care where I worked


Then finally found two at the Ohio State Fair
And finally found two jobs at the Ohio State Fair


Just to spend all the money that I made on gear
Just to spend all the money I earned on clothing


Fast forward to the present now rap's my job
Fast forward to the present, rap is my career


But I'm still goin after it hard
But I still work hard at it


Because I know the ride could end just as fast as it starts
Because I'm aware that my career could end suddenly


And I'll be right back on the block with "Dead Presidents"
And I'll be back to hustling on the streets to earn money


You need to stop rappin, if you ain't seein no perks
You should quit rapping if you're not seeing any benefits


No fanbase, no cream, no skirts
No fans, money, or attention from women


I study bad music like it was my homework
I analyze bad music as if it were my schoolwork


I learn the most from whack gimmicks that don't work
I learn the most from bad ideas that don't succeed


It's true, you could learn a lot from a dummy
It's true, you can learn from anyone


I learned how to make money, and hold it tight
I learned how to earn and keep my money safe


So nobody on God's green earth can take it from me
So that no one can steal my money


And when they try I make it ugly, feel that
And when they try to steal from me, I make it difficult for them


See I'm inspired by real rap
I'm inspired by genuine hip-hop music


Those that tried hard to chart and still failed
Those artists who made a strong effort but still didn't have hit songs


Those told the earth was flat and still sailed
Those who were told that something was impossible but still achieved it


They went against all odds and did well
They succeeded despite unfavorable circumstances


Every wish that accompanies a penny in a well
Every hope and wish that comes with throwing a penny into a wishing well


is the dream of a criminal, sittin in a jail
Is what those in jail dream of


Livin in hell, head spinnin in a cell
Living in a terrible situation, with your thoughts racing


About to break but held together by fam sendin him mail
On the brink of losing it, but kept sane by receiving letters from family




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kuyahseven

real shit.

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