Dead Presidents (Jay-Z Dead Presidents Remix)

作词 : Feezy/Zigga

作曲 : Jay-Z

Zigga:

Boy you gotta stop seeing mistakes till they been made

Stop taking girl to date then put their heart into a cave

Seems naturally, its easy to embrace the misogyny

While its harder to learn from dad, and take responsibility

fake masculinity, face the reality I say

it’s the society, so you can pay attention to me

Who doesn’t wanna put some promise on a pair of Tiffanys

Who doesn’t wanna grow up and live bigger than that jealousy

Who doesn’t wanna **** some ******* while you high on ecstasy

Who doesn’t wanna put their enemies down in a cemetry

What I thought already seen it all when I turned eighteen

But I couldn’t even handle this woman from Beijing

Saying money isn’t everything you gotta be there for her

But if you there you cannot pay the bills it doesn’t make it easier for her

You adore her but if you weak for her your weakness is her torture

Your nickel and your quarter, can barely protect her border

All the bull**** come before her, one day she gon have a daughter

You should lower your arrogane to resistance to little hesitance

To reluctance to acceptance on growing up is still relevant

A pedestrian is the last person I ever wanna be

But what’s a tree to do with the pain of the falling of its leaves

No punishment for letting go but boy you cannot flee

No thorns on the floor but don’t get down on your knees

Don’t you see, Ima fighter so I never say peace

Till I got the dead presidents to represent me

Feezy:

I lit a cigarette, smoking,

She got up, put on her earrings,

Watch it burning, then dying

Told me that D was a blessing

I poured her water, sparkling,

Sober up the champagne,

She made it like a hearing,

Every time she’s screaming my name

Don’t stress but stretch, I took her from the back,

They tryna ****c how I do it, I prove my life like a fact,

Time to collect my cred, you should look at my stats,

From a boy to a man, now we back to back,

Back to when I wrote my first my rap, Feezigga back,

Back to “Tall rich and swag”, now we stack on stack,

So either rap or trap, see me attack, you mad

They call this rec a fad, but I kill it, sit back and laugh

From Shanghai to LA, 我和过去干杯

The boy ran back stage, now he hit the runway

Life’s a race, so I stay, in this game that I rave,

If it’s bet, then I raise

If it’s a girl, get laid

Heyday, like the city Pompeii, or 陆家嘴

True say, steadily getting paid, what would you say,

What would you say to the boy five years ago,

Who never ever left home, who never know how to smoke,

Who never saw dead president that turn friends to foes,

Who never trust someone such much and then put down by thesehoes,

Who never struggle, and hustle, untill the shirt getting soaked,

What would you tell that boy, I guess we never know, for sure.