My President lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy]

Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote

I ain't write this by the way, nigga

Some real shit right here, nigga

This'll be the realest shit you ever quote

Let's go!

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail

Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My money's light green and my Jordans light grey

And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?

Let's go!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night

I don't know what you fishin' for, but catch you a great white

Me, I see great white, heavy as killer whales

I cannot believe this, who knew it came in bales?

Who knew what came with jail?

Who knew what came with prison?

Just 'cause you got opinions, does that make you a politician?

Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?

And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a Seminole?

I say, and I quote, "We need a miracle."

And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical

By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus

Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah

Mr. Soul Survivor, guess that make me a Konvict

Be all you can be, now don't that sound like some dumb shit

When you die over crude oil as black as my nigga Bu

It's really a Desert Storm, that's word to my nigga Clue

Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R., Arizona

Rep for them real niggas, I'm winnin' in California

Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta

Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail

Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My money's light green and my Jordans light grey

And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?

Let's go!

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

I said I woke up this mornin', headache this big

Pay all these damn bills, feed all these damn kids

Buy all these school shoes, buy all these school clothes

For some strange reason my son addicted to Polo's

Love me some spinach dip, I'm addicted to Houston's

And if the numbers is right I'll take a trip out to Houston

An earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans

Street Dreams Tour, I showed my ass in New Orleans

Did it for Soulja Slim, brought out B.G.

It's all love, Bun, I'm forgivin' you, Pimp C

You know how the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind

If he could speak down from Heaven he'd tell me stay on my grind

Tell him I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind

We ready for damn change so y'all let the man shine

Stuntin' on Martin Luther, feelin' just like a king

Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail

Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My money's light green and my Jordans light grey

And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?

Let's go!

[Verse 3: Nas]

Yeah, our history, black history

No president ever did shit for me

Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys

So a nigga won't go broke

Then they put us in jail, now a nigga can't go vote

So I spend dough on these hoes strippin'

She ain't a politician, honey's a pole-itician

My president is black, Rose golden charms

22-inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms

When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you

That can arouse your ego

We've got mouths to feed so

Gotta stay true to who you are and where you came from

'Cause at the top will be the same place you hang from

No matter how big you can ever be

For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity

For years there's been some prize horses in this stable

Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label

Mr. Black President, yo, Obama for real

They gotta put your face on the 5000 dollar bill

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My mama ain't at home and Daddy's still in jail

Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?

My president is black, my Lambo's blue

And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too

My money's light green and my Jordans light grey

And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?

Let's go!

[Outro: Young Jeezy]

So I’m sittin' right here now, man

It’s June 3rd, haha, 2:08 AM

Nigga, I wanna say win, lose or draw

Man, we congratulate you already, homie

See, I motivate the thugs, right?

You motivate us, homie, that’s what it is

This a hands-off policy

Y'all touch him, we ridin', nigga

Yeah, first black president, win, lose or draw, nigga

Haha, matter of fact, you know what it is, man?

Shouts out to Jackie Robinson, Booker T. Washington, homie

Oh, you ain’t think I knew that shit?

Sydney Poitier, what they do?

I’m important too though

I was the first nigga to ride through my hood in a Lamborghini

• Artist:Young Jeezy
• Album:The Recession (2008)