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Tony Cota

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Give me green, give me paper, give me dead presidents
Give me diamonds, give me gold on my necklace
I'm plenty stressed, lord bless me with dead presidents
Give me watches, no demon time this is diamond time
Give me an Indica, I'll slowly watch the time unwind
Give me a freak with a pony tail, I'll be genuine
Give me a queen who don't know me well, we'll spend plenty time
Give me a card I can slide for wine and dine anytime
Give me stocks, give me property, invest properly
Crypto the new lottery, lucky charms got a pot on me
Those who try to plot on me end up dead, there's a box for free
Who boxing me? who fuckin' with TC huh
Say my name my next verse gon' smack you
I was forced to adapt to so there ain't a force I can't pass through
I'll morph if I have to, I'm sort of a bad dude
Need cash on a fast mule, straight to the bank, that's why I'm laughing if they ask you
Give me green, give me paper, give me dead presidents
Give me diamonds, give me gold on my necklace
I'm plenty stressed Lord bless me with dead presidents
The root of all evil, consumed by all people
Assume it'll make us happy is what we do
So we, steal or serve from zip locks, the homie swerved like 6 cops
This a marathon we hustle no concern with pit stops
Ya favorite rapper got clout, but in the studio he ain't this hot
Compared to none I'm arrogant huh?
It's apparent I'm one of one
Since a parent I've overcome what most or none have done
Juggle words like I'm prepared to serve the circus some
Parent rappers, and I ain't even really break the surface, son
I'm blessed still, a young king to keep my name real
Wifey in the kitchen, I'm hyphy she like me, listen
Spite me if I'm trippin' it's like my life was pre-written
Money to the ceiling since six a feelin' I'm feelin'
It's starting to make sense, I got a foreign parked and I paid rent
A ginormous yard with a gated fence
Wait, that's a dream and I ain't make it yet
No, that's the truth and I ain't faking shit
Less cap more walk on the pavement, I'm made to break
Not like bending breaking but I mean more like with the bank I'm saying
Break the bank, a quarter shy of being the most important guy
Fake it till you make it not a source that I would often try
Words run deep, touch the heart and souls of those who cry
I bleed through every sheet like the ink that seeps right before it dries
Give me green, give me paper, give me dead presidents
Give me diamonds, give me gold on my necklace
I'm plenty stressed Lord bless me with dead presidents
I'm tryna keep my dad from the bottle, don't go there again
Same time I'm watching my cousin come down off heroin
If I had dead presidents, I think that'd be the right medicine
Buy em' a second chance, perhaps a home they can settle in
Or maybe I cop a Benz, pay strippers rent let the devil in
The choice is mine, battlefield of the mind, deployed like I'm
Fighting war, anything for a dollar more. that's dead presidents

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