Rap Politics Lyrics

Rap Politics Lyrics

Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
I can
Laugh on me, motherf**kers
I ain't say that sh*t

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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 f**king fans bad b**ches keep tagging me
Hoe niggas they sending threats to me cause they ain't next to me
b**ch 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 sh*t 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 f**k 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 sh*t 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 b**ch to f**k
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 sh*t 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 b**ch man I can't lie but never see her with me
Yea my jeans stuffed this sh*t 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