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Datos de Mac Miller Nombre Verdadero: Malcolm James McCormickNombre Artístico: Mac MillerDonde Nació: Pittsburgh, Pensilvania, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 19 de enero de 1992Muerte: 07 de septiembre de 2018 (26 años)Donde murió: California, Estados UnidosNacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): Hip hop, rapActividad: 2007 - 2018Instrumentos: VozOcupación: MC, raperoDisquera(s): Warner Bros RecordsOtros Nombres: Easy Mac, EZ Mac, Cam Rellim, Larry Fisherman, Larry Lovestein, The Velvet RevivalPágina Oficial: www.macmillerswebsite.comRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién fue Mac Miller? Malcolm James McCormick, más conocido por su nombre artístico Mac Miller, fue un rapero estadounidense que nació en Pittsburgh, Pensilvania, Estados Unidos, el 19 de enero de 1992 y falleció el 7 de septiembre de 2018. También fue un músico autodidacta, tocaba el piano, el bajo, la guitarra y la batería. Ha destacado como productor bajo el seudónimo Larry Fisherman. Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar Hijo de Karen Meyers, una
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Mac Miller - Dead Presidents Lyrics


[Chorus: Nas & Easy Mac]
Presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (It's Easy Mac, dog; Get money)
I'm out for dead **** presidents to represent me (Yeah, yeah; Whose)

[Verse 1: Easy Mac]
Please acknowledge me, fuck the dreams of equality
I oughta be a leader but ain't nobody follow me
World wants to swallow me right into the dirt
But fuck that, I'd rather a clique put three in my shirt
I'm headed to Heaven, crash landin' in Hell
My moms ain't understand that she's the man, I rebel
Got me trapped like a cell, so I put on some L
And lay back ASAP, I'ma yell my farewells
I excel from the other side of the world
Where the grass is greener and the shells carry pearls
And I'm here now, but one day I'll be gone
Until then I smoke a big L and put it on
'Cause I just live my life like that
Instead of fightin' back, I chill and write rap
'Cause I dream of the day where people pay to have my songs
You hate my style 'cause it's ancient like Babylon
And when rap is gone, I'll be too
You won't see me anymore, but I'll see you
And free you? Nah, I'll think I'll keep you a slave
'Cause your mind is in the dark like the back of the cave
And back in the day, well, I wasn't here
Visine in my eyes, still nothin' is clear
If hip-hop is dead, then I'm the resurrection
Represented by presidents, all same complexions
[Chorus: Nas & Easy Mac]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead **** presidents to represent me (Whose)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I'm out for dead **** presidents to represent me (Yo, yo; Whose)

[Verse 2: Easy Mac]
I got a target on my chest, red dot on my head
I be hidin' from the monsters I got under my bed
Everybody has their demons, leave 'em preyin' on his needs
AIDS-infested semen, leave 'em cleanin' this disease
The words without a meanin', I be fiendin' for the trees
It's Easy Mac, I'll be mackin' it with ease
I'm the king of the land, the air and the seas
Please, who you know that does it like me?
And now my mind's fucked up, like I just took a Valium
I'm sorry daddy that I didn't bring back medallions
No grades to put up on the fridge
And I'm sorry that I didn't grow up as a kid
'Cause I grew up like a man, you need to understand
That I know that everything I got was put up in my hand
Yeah, it's my life, so you need to let me live it
"Kid's so privileged", "Kid is so gifted"
You never liked my fitteds, call me The Mad Hatter
But I'm killin' wack rappers, cats that rap wacker
Thought I act black 'cause I'm saggin' my jeans
And I'm just doin' my work while I'm baggin' up weed
Yeah, the haters, man, they nothin' to me
He told me that I gotta work hard, nothin' is free
Yeah, it's all in my mind for the paper
Mother Earth is mine, I'ma take her
[Bridge: Nas & Easy Mac]
Dead **** presidents to represent me (Whose)
Dead **** presidents to represent me (Whose)
Dead **** presidents to represent me (Whose)
Dead **** presidents to represent me (Whose)
Yo, put your L's up real quick and say:

[Chorus: Nas & Easy Mac]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money; What?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money; What?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money; Let's go Pittsburgh)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money; Put your L's up)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money; Put your L's up)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money; It's Easy Mac)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money; It's Easy Mac)
I'm out for dead **** presidents to represent me (Whose; Representin' all)

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