IiMZ - Dead Presidents [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
I'm out for dead presidents. Monsters around my residents
Slyboy's who I represent. I'm rapping with intelligence
I'm over here stacking up. Your money hella spent
Say I'm like a dog? Watch what this yeller spit
Get money 'till the day you die. Check it
What ever happens, you stay you fly
Stay your own guy
Tough I've faked a few times man, I ain't gonna lie
But I never make that mistake again
Hang around with fake friends, just for more fake friends
In the end, it kind of does make sense, but
What else does it make? Fake men
The truth comes out. God works in mysterious ways
Right now I'm just another dude with a mysterious face
Right now I'm on a serious chase, and that's all gon change when I get to my place
Grace, is what I hope I'm spitting with
I'm spitting to win, while others just spit to spit
Look, it's gon take a lot to get noticed
Know what I gotta do? I gotta stay focused (Woah woah woah in harmony with the track)
God said love all, but I don't know. It's kind of hard to love all that you ever know
If you tell me his is as far as I'll ever go, I'll turn my head just laugh and let time let you know

(Chorus)
(I'm out for presidents to represent me. Get money. x8)
Get money
IiMZ. Get money
Slyboy get money
Get money
DC get money
New York get money

(Verse 2)
I'm saying everybody can't spit like me
They don't wanna get where I am. Tryna get like me
But I should've been looking at myself
Focused on my own goals. Heading to the wealth
Boy, I'm trying to be the best youngin to ever rhyme
When it's greatness on their mind, I wanna come up every time
Spitting from hard times. Spitting more sour then limes
No matter what happens, I'mma never turn to crime
As long as I stay on my grind, I'mma be fine
If I tell you I'mma plan on quitting, I swear I'm lying
My heart is of the lion, just like my mane is
Trying make the whole world know what my name is
That young, hot spitting dude, going by the name of IiMZ
Going harder than a veteran with broken limbs
Aye yo, I get in. Homie what you think this is?
This is a story. I want the glory. Not a game for kids
Still, this is always what I wanted
Mom can't understand it, but I do it, cause I want it
I'm on 'till like 3 o' clock in the morning
Make good music y'all. I'm reaping what I'm sowing
See how I be flowing for the glory lil' homie?
I'm the king, like Martin how I'm starting. Lil' homie
Is a beast when he's rhyming if you're listening bro
This goes out to all the brothers that are listening mo
(Chorus)