Dead Presidents ll
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Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Live out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out
Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it
And now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic
I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no bitches
Watch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest niggas be narc'in
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you
Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?
Got the city drinking Cristals, re-up the fee
Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's
Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all dramas, talk to me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

So sick of niggas, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'
Niggas got them kinda dreams from Jay
You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail
Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail
Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast, well
I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell
There's heaven, and then there's hell niggas
One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies
Alibis ain't matching up, bullshit catching up
Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle
Everything was all good just a week ago
'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak ass, hustling just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers
Little monkey niggas turn gorillas
Stopped at the station, filled up on octane
And now they not sane and not playing, that goes without saying
Slingin' day in and day out, 'til money play in, then they play you out
Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy
Representing infinity with presidencies, you know?

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me




I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Overall Meaning

In the song Dead Presidents, Jay-Z expresses his desire for wealth and power, using the metaphor of "dead presidents" (referring to U.S. currency featuring former presidents) to represent his pursuit of success. He contrasts himself with other rappers who focus on superficial "Wonderama" topics and instead emphasizes his involvement with the "finest shit" and the pursuit of "cream" (money). He also acknowledges the dangers of his lifestyle, from the potential for violence to the threat of legal repercussions, but still prioritizes his ambition.


Jay-Z's lyrics demonstrate a cynical and world-weary perspective, suggesting that success and power require a ruthless attitude and a willingness to engage with criminal elements. He acknowledges that others may judge or try to betray him, but asserts his superiority and encourages other would-be hustlers to follow his lead. The repeated refrain of "I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me" reinforces the theme of ambition and greed that is central to the song.


Overall, Dead Presidents presents a gritty and uncompromising vision of the rap game, emphasizing the importance of wealth and power to those who seek to succeed in a cutthroat environment.


Line by Line Meaning

Presidents to represent me
I am looking for money and power, symbolized by presidents, to represent me.


I'm out for presidents to represent me
I am actively seeking wealth, status, and influence to represent me and my empire.


While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit Live out my dreams until my heart give out Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about Fuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt My life ain't rosy but I roll with it My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it And now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no bitches Watch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest niggas be narc'in Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that? Got the city drinking Cristals, re-up the fee Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up with me My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter G.S. the fuck up, dress the fuck up Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all dramas, talk to me
While other rappers focus on superficial and shallow topics, my conglomerate and I move in anonymity, enjoying the finest things in life. I aim to live out my dreams until I die, making money and enjoying the luxury lifestyle. I've been successful in this business since I was young, like a skilled point guard on a basketball team. My life isn't perfect, but I make the most of it. The money changed me and made me realize the importance of being smart with my finances. I'm cautious around everyone because even the toughest people can snitch. My line of work has me constantly nervous and paranoid, breeding negative thoughts. In this business, even drug addicts can get you caught. I keep my cool and keep making money, while other rappers struggle to keep up with me. My success surprises those who underestimated me. I am Jay-Z, also known as Shawn Carter, and I dress and act like the successful and wealthy man I am. Other rappers might forget it, but I won't let them drag me into their dramas.


So sick of niggas, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?) This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin' Niggas got them kinda dreams from Jay You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail Niggas'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast, well I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell There's heaven, and then there's hell niggas One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies Alibis ain't matching up, bullshit catching up Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start bitching ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you? I'll forgive your weak ass, hustling just ain't you Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass at bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers Little monkey niggas turn gorillas Stopped at the station, filled up on octane And now they not sane and not playing, that goes without saying Slingin' day in and day out, 'til money play in, then they play you out Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy Representing infinity with presidencies, you know?
I'm tired of hearing people say they want money like Bill Cosby, as if that's the only way to be wealthy. You can't just talk about success and not do anything about it. Some people act flashy and own fancy cars, but can't even afford bail if they get arrested. They love smoking weed but are too scared to confront their enemies. I'm here to say that life isn't perfect, and there are ups and downs. One moment you're living the high life, and the next day you're sweating, trying to keep your lies straight. Your excuses won't hold up in court, and they'll take away your car. Everything might seem good one week and then the next, you're ready to snitch. Some people just aren't meant to hustle and make money. Despite the perks of money, like luxurious cars and beautiful women, some people just aren't cut out for the criminal world. They wouldn't last long working with drug dealers or hitmen. But I keep slinging every day, hustling and building my empire. My mind is my own enemy, but I keep pushing forward, representing infinity with the help of money and power.


Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
I want nothing less than dead presidents - slang for paper money featuring images of dead presidents like Lincoln and Washington - to represent me and my success.


I'm out for presidents to represent me
I am driven and motivated to acquire money and power so that I can represent myself and others who are part of my empire.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Lonnie Liston Smith, David Anthony Willis, Nasir Jones, Peter O. Phillips, Shawn C. Carter

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