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 [Intro: Young Jeezy]
 Yeah, be the realest  I never wrote
 I ain't write this shit by the way nigga, some real shit  here nigga
 This'll be  realest shit you ever quote
 Let's go!
 
 [Hook: Young Jeezy}
 My president is  my Lambo's blue
 And I'll be goddamned  my rims ain't too
 My momma ain't at home, and daddy's  in jail
 Tryna make a  anybody seen the scale?
 My president is black, my  blue
 And  be goddamned if my rims ain't too
 My money's light green and my  light grey
 And they love to see  now how much you tryna pay?
 Let's go!
 
 [Verse  Young Jeezy]
 Today was a good  hope I have me a great night
 I don't know what you fishin for but catch you a great 
  I see great white, heavy as killer whales
 I cannot believe this,  knew it came in bails
 Who knew what came with jail,  knew what came with prison
 Just  you got opinions, does that make you a politician?
 Bush  all of us, would that make him a criminal?
 And then  cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminal?
 I say and I quote, "We need  miracle"
 And I say a miracle cause  shit is hysterical
 By my nephews and  I will email Jesus
 Tell him  to Moses and CC Allah
 Mr. Soul Survivor, guess  make me a Konvict
  all you can be, now don't that sound like some dumb shit
 When you die over crude oil as black as my  Boo
 It's really a Desert Storm,  word to my nigga Clue
 Catch me in Las Vegas,  Arizona
 Rep for them real  I'm winnin in California
 Winnin  Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
 Landslide  on my way to Sevana
 
 [Hook]
 
  2: Young Jeezy]
 I said I woke up this morning,  this big
 Pay  these damn bills, feed all these damn kids
 Buy all these school shoes, buy  these school clothes
 For  strange reason my son addicted to Polos
 Love me some spinach dip, I'm addicted to use 
 And  them numbers is right I take a trip out to Houston
 An earthquake out in China, a  in New Orleans
 Street Dreams Tour, I showed my  in New Orleans
 Did  for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.
 It's all love Bun, I'm  you Pimp C
 You  how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
 If he could speak down from  he'd tell me stay on my grind
 Tell him I'm  fine, Obama for mankind
 We ready for damn change  y'all let the man shine
 Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a 
 Guess this is what he meant when he said  he had a dream
 
 [Hook]
 
 [Verse 3: Nas]
  our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me
 Had to hit the  tried to flip some keys
 So a nigga won't go 
 Then  put us in jail, now a nigga can't go vote
 So I spend  on these hoes that strippin
 She ain't a politician,  a polotician
 My president  black, rolls golden charms
 Twenty-two  rims like Hulk Hogan's arms
 When thousands of peoples  riled up to see you
 That can arouse ya ego, we got mouths to  so
 Gotta stay true to who you  and where you came from
 Cause at the top  be the same place you hang from
 No matter how big  can ever be
 For whatever fee or  never lose your integrity
 For years there's been surprise horses in  stable
 Just two albums in, I'm  realest nigga on this label
 Mr. Black President, yo Obama for 
  gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill
 
 [Hook]
 
 [Outro: Young Jeezy]
 So I'm sittin right here  man
 It's June  haha, 2:08 AM
 Nigga I  say win, lose or draw
 Man we congratulate you  homie
 See I motivate  thugs right
 You motivate us homie,  what it is
 This a hands off policy, y'all touch  ride nigga
 Yeah, first black  win, lose or draw nigga
  matter of fact, you know what it is man
 Shouts out to  Robinson, Booker T, Washington homie
 Oh you ain't think I  that shit?
 Sydney  what dey do?
 Haha, my president  black
 I'm important too  my Lambo's blue
 I was, I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini yeah