Dead Presidents Mac Miller

[Chorus: Nas & Easy Mac]
Presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (It's Easy Mac, dog; Get money)
I'm out for dead **** presidents to represent me (Yeah, yeah; Whose)

[Verse 1: Easy Mac]
Please acknowledge me, fuck the dreams of equality
I oughta be a leader but ain't nobody follow me
World wants to swallow me right into the dirt
But fuck that, I'd rather a clique put three in my shirt
I'm headed to Heaven, crash landin' in Hell
My moms ain't understand that she's the man, I rebel
Got me trapped like a cell, so I put on some L
And lay back ASAP, I'ma yell my farewells
I excel from the other side of the world
Where the grass is greener and the shells carry pearls
And I'm here now, but one day I'll be gone
Until then I smoke a big L and put it on
'Cause I just live my life like that
Instead of fightin' back, I chill and write rap
'Cause I dream of the day where people pay to have my songs
You hate my style 'cause it's ancient like Babylon
And when rap is gone, I'll be too
You won't see me anymore, but I'll see you
And free you? Nah, I'll think I'll keep you a slave
'Cause your mind is in the dark like the back of the cave
And back in the day, well, I wasn't here
Visine in my eyes, still nothin' is clear
If hip-hop is dead, then I'm the resurrection
Represented by presidents, all same complexions