Street Politiks

Good drugs & isolation
Don't get me rich so fuck vacations
Niggas broke that's why they hating
To get me gone I know they waiting

Hurd da last oppa got hit n died soon as he came outside
Dem boys on yo ass then Its no tellin Whens da perfect time
40 cal da perfect size
In & out off perfect dimes
Stole ya sould & now Its mine
Thuggin' bitch but I aint slime

No ysl top gunna shit
Lawyer paid that case dismissed
Once he gone won't mention him
Cause they using these words connecting shit
Keep it lowkey
Got sum secrets nobody know just me N my homie
Now here come police
They always sniffing around acting like they know things

Init for life I won't switch
Asking you question cause nun of them know shit
Now let's see who gon' snitch
Talk like sum gangstas i know Dat they all bitch
Jus want em all hit
Gun got a grip so it shoot with A small kick
Niggas want us all pinched
Too much dirt ina streets dat I got involved in

Dirty gun get to cleaning
Taking em' down if he gimme a reason
Niggas look starving who really been eating
I ain't at da top but
A lil nigga decent
Came to play ball dis aint lil nigga defense
Claim to know of me but I get to Tweaking
Might just start squeezing N squeezing
Hollows they leaving him leaking
Den skip outta town for the weekend

We more den jus eating
Full up off feasting
My young niggas gleeshin'
Oppas sum fans They still tryna be me
Aint in competition they still tryna beat me
Went through dem trials but I make its look easy
Started off good then I turnt to a demon
Kill ah nigga dead if he reaching
Catch him in bed while he sleeping
Or shoot em broad day while he eating

Watch ya blood and them fazos'
I ain't ever have shit so I walk with A bankroll
Last pair lemme take those
Spend dis' bred wit my niggas
Cause I cannot lace hoes
Dey could still get A taste doe
Den I'm back ona road
Can't forget bout' Dem pesos
Ona grind everyday doe
Still got killas on standby gon' shoot when I say so

I been rollin'
I been geekin'
Na its time to lock in for the season
Every oppa get left ina cement
Catch em bad
It's too late for a treatment
Dey all hating
Yeah I See it
Fingers itching for cases I beat em
Hardly sober
Can't tell dat I'm speeding
Heater close cause I'm still playing defense



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Writer(s): Christopher Greene
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