Rap Politics

歌詞

Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) I can Laugh on me, motherfuckers I ain't say that shit I got 10 black cars at the venue I don't rap politic tell me what you into I don't rap politic tell me what you into I don't rap politic tell me what you into A hustler goin' corporate Preparation prevents poor performance Pray my karma it don't come back on my daughters I don't say shit lit when I'm at Ruth Chris bring some water Labels sending deals but I keep turning down they offers It ain't bout the money can't put that in my coffin I got the clerks Confused, I'm buying cups no coffee I'm the chosen one frozen up I did Hutch & Golden Sun Got my coins up like Temple Run must not know bout Yodie Run Must not know bout Randy son baby boy the one who ran it up Ain't signing shit until they put my family up I won't crack a smile until I'm putting Grammy's up You just touch your first 100 that's doin' bad to us Frienemy or enemy don't waste your time trying @'ing me Want these kicks gotta wait a week custom Goyard baggage me Sorry but I'm fucking fans bad bitches keep tagging me Hoe niggas they sending threats to me cause they ain't next to me Bitch niggas that think I owe em' something but they ain't invest in me They keep on talking 20K decline respectfully Calling my phone back to back to back must got a check for me You can tell I never had shit I'm driving recklessly I got 10 black cars at the venue I don't rap politic tell me what you into I don't rap politic tell me what you into I don't rap politic tell me what you into From in these streets to industry Can't let codeine finish me Don't let old friends that I cut off tell you that we enemies All these hoes backstage trying to fuck must think it's ten of me Diamonds flash boxes getting wrapped up I'm a christmas tree Rule number one it ain't no posting ain't no kissing me Rule number two don't tell my business that's gone get you cut Gotta watch my back I sent the driver just to pick her up I know I'm a trip I paid a thousand just to get to cut I dick near just set the club on fire bottles lit it up This shit ain't for you if you fall off and you can't get back up Lately I ain't gotta say too much to get your bitch to fuck Brodie I got flavors for occasions face be kitted it up 30 something racks later, OD candy, did it up Money low then get it up Need a load come get with us Hoes choose swap em with my brodie that ain't shit to us I'm in London so she like my accent got the sprinter stuck Eating beans keeping lean with me say she never seen fifty My rich homeboy say how much to bring with him I love that bitch man I can't lie but never see her with me Yea my jeans stuffed this shit too much gone bust the seams in it I got 10 black cars at the venue I don't rap politic tell me what you into I don't rap politic tell me what you into I don't rap politic tell me what you into