Songtexte Politicking - Lecrae

(Ooh) yeah, had to let back the top on the drop
Know the opps gon' see me
(Ooh) yeah, had to block all the freaks
Tryna creep on the low, can't tempt me
(Ooh) it's in me, not on me (yeah, let 'em find out)
It's in me, not on me (yeah, yeah, you know I got)
It's in me, not on me (yeah, yeah, you know I got)
Him with me, the same one sent me

Ay, ay, gotta rebuild the block, I might pop up (pop up)
Peter Pan to the land, tell 'em lock up (lock up)
Got the peace of God with me, put the Glock up (Glock up)
Never worry 'bout a drought, you know I stock up
Wonder how I work, they see me lurkin' in the trenches
Go from Logan down to Lincoln, Meadowbrook is with the business
Ain't no fakin' when I'm shakin' up the Compton like a menace
Hit my homie out to Nellis, he'll be home in like a minute (in like a minute)

They be askin' how I got like I got (like I got)
Used to wanna let it pop like I'm Pac (like I'm Pac)
Let the Word of God knock off yo' block
It's the Spirit livin' in me, not the rocks in my watch (in my watch)
Death is all around me, but the fear gone (fear gone)
Power livin' in me, hella fearsome (fearsome)
Took a lotta losses, but we still strong (still strong)
Ay, you can smell the favor in my pheromones

(Ooh) yeah, had to let back the top on the drop
Know the opps gon' see me
(Ooh) yeah, had to block all the freaks
Tryna creep on the low, can't tempt me
(Ooh) it's in me, not on me (yeah, let 'em find out)
It's in me, not on me (yeah, yeah, you know I got)
It's in me, not on me (yeah, yeah, you know I got)
Him with me, the same one sent me

What's up, lil' gangbanger?
Where you from, homie?
Representin' where you from, wherever you go
No half-steppin', stay solid and just keep it like that forever
Hasta la muerte

Yeah, the rhyme spitter (king) came from east of the river
Strange amount of things the young shooter should consider, uh
Dangerous veteran (gang), gangbangers just bitter now
Almost famous in a lane they can't figure out
Everyone gorgeous with dreams they might forfeit
The pressure might force four-fifth, they oughta force quit
(West, West, West, West) read the ingredients
The glory and pain that courses through the veins

Of the native Los Ángeles (they habla Spanglish)
Colorful rags danglin', all the world's languages, uh
The right candidate, ain't hard to spot, bro
The Manchurian curried in favor with all the vatos
(The 626ers) stay fearfully and wonderfully
(Made) just as sure as ground shakes up under the
San Andreas, uh, uh, come stay with us
I'll make it make sense how God custom-made a lane for us