(Refreni)
I’m off dead presidents to represent me, everyday it’s got to be Lou,
I gotta be real, and everything you say is gotta be trail.
(x2)
Cos it’s all I know...

Dead Presidents on these bills, they serve me less than frills,
You tryna’ go out popping pills, I’m the one that halts your deals, bitch,
Nobody can stop us; my killing streak has begun,
I slash haters with cold cuts, cos’ my style is deluxe!
Dead presidents represent me, but they don’t show what I’m about,
It ain’t all about the dollar signs and profanity throughout,
Man, Think of it straight, thugs hustle to feed their family,
They’re not craving for your bitches, but freedom and finality.
I am the one, who shows this message through my ways,
In the course of God’s touch, No, I’m not afraid,
Dead presidents we are dealing, but we don’t know what we’re stealing,
So much value for some paper, which will soon start concealing,
Your sole, will start sinking and your eyes begin bleeding,
You may think it’s some voodoo shit, no, it’s your own leading.
In the wrong direction, you lost your way,
The way back is too dark; your life has gone astray,

(Refreni)
I’m off dead presidents to represent me, everyday it’s got to be Lou,
I gotta be real, and everything you say is gotta be trail.
(x2)
Cos it’s all I know...

Running, running, running, boys’ tryna make some money,
Look what you’re becoming; chasing paper like it’s funny,
Funny to you, for some a penny is a blessing,
Stop losing your mind or with your demon you gone be wrestling!
Dead chasing presidents, your son will grow up stressing,
‘Where is my dad, mum?’ Paper he left chasing,
Dreaming bout’ how his father looked, he never could stop guessing,
Followed his father’s steps, on cold ground he died laying.
Sot mileti krejt po cmenet.
Si kuptojn vlerat e jetes, hic te zotit as te beses,
Njerez ka pa buk, po menojn me majt familjen,
Ti ke miliona, s’jep asnje sen as per te miren.
Pse po blen shpi me 10 dhoma kur ke vetem nje fmi,
O je milioner e nuk po din ku me shpenzu ti,
Ndihmo ato qe kan nevoj, se tem ban dikush ma lart,
Tre shkronja te fuqishme qe kan vleren ma te art!
ZOT…

(Refreni)
I’m off dead presidents to represent me, everyday it’s got to be Lou,
I gotta be real, and everything you say is gotta be trail.
(x2)
Cos it’s all I know...

Look at you now... You’re drowning in your own pride,
Blood on the concrete while these hoes lay aside.
On the flood tide of your misery, no one to confide,
Don’t look up at the sky cos your access is denied,
Bitch, money over everything, no, money over nutting!
Fucked up your life, now you running, you ain’t bluffing,
You’re cold like a rock, think you hot, you must be buzzing,
There used to be some hope, called loving. Now nothing!
Dead Presidents you were dealing, but money became your demon,
In $igns you believed in, sleeping, dreaming, wake up screaming!
Dead presidents represent me, like decoration on a ceiling,
Live like it’s the end and never... Stop believing.
I don’t need to add no more cos the message is real clear.
Let your money go, live your life without no fear,
Mbaje mendjen te familja se vec ajo ka ma rendsi,
Burn dem dead presidents; you decide to what degree!