Songtexte
Aye
Look
'Nuff
of
the
politicin'
Know
that
I
gotta
get
it
Know
that
i'm
coming
for
anybody
who
wanna
get
it
Know
if
you
try
me,
I
promise
you
gon'
need
a
medic
They
bust
shots,
I
bust
flows,
I'm
not
offended
So
stop
all
the
politicin'
Know
that
I
gotta
get
it
This
is
my
house,
and
all
you
niggas
is
tenants
Go
on
and
try
me,
you
really
though
for
a
second
I
leave
yo'
ass
in
a
shelter
Yellin'
out
loud
for
a
medic
So
yeah,
'nuff
of
the
politicin
I'm
top
5 dead
or
alive
Heard
you
offended,
that's
your
problem
Let
me
worry
bout
mines
Gotta
say
it
cause
who
else
will?
I'm
ahead
of
my
time
Been
focused
for
too
long
Niggas
thinking
i'm
blind
I
gotta
Play
this
in
the
endz,
it
might
slap
though
I
ain't
got
a
million,
but
I
rap
though
Me
& L.A.D
up
in
the
lab
though
Creepin'
through
the
game
from
the
back
door
Bandito
Black
latinos
Day
trip
to
Guatemala
for
some
jarritos
Negotiating
prices
over
a
bowl
of
Doritos
I
might
be
the
one,
like
Morpheus
told
Neo
I
just
finished
directing
a
couple
videos
Niggas
still
in
awe
like
"Nah,
really
though"
Heard
you
cashin'
on
Ferragamo
and
Fendi
clothes
I
just
broke
the
bank
off
acting
like
Tarrantino
Shoot
it
in
a
day,
no
ammunition
or
reload
First
class
flight
to
Japan,
then
back
to
Rio
Champagne
glass,
I
move
like
Robert
De
Niro
Mobbin'
through
the
city
like
"Really,
that's
what
we
be
on"
Preachin'
to
the
earth
I
speak
it
into
the
beyond,
look
From
iPhone
4s
to
sold
out
shows
(Yeah)
And
all
this
dough
from
life
on
road,
I'm
finna
Reinvest
it
and
cook
more
flows
I
had
to
Prove
em'
wrong
Cause
I
know
that
they
hate
us
Beat
the
odds,
no
casinos
or
Vegas
If
we
doing
a
show,
I'm
telling
promoters
to
pay
us
Smashing
controllers,
they
really
thought
they
could
play
us
I
just
put
it
in
the
air
& Ambi
go
for
the
layup
We
was
down
3-1
No
wonder
why
they
don't
rate
us
20Gs
for
anybody
in
the
endz
who
could
fade
us
On
a
track,
and
we
waiting
only
now,
never
later
I
got
my
foot
up
on
they
neck
Swear
I
had
to
kill
em
for
the
flex
Run
it
back
like
I'm
funk
flex
6ixbuzz
had
the
youngin's
moving
for
the
press
Told
my
chiropractor
"My
nigga
I'm
hella
bent"
Whippin'
with
no
AC,
I
don't
like
to
vent
Still
they
gotta
ask
where
the
money
really
went
Up
on
Queen
street
with
the
beans
in
the
endz
Bar
for
bar,
MS
screaming
in
the
back
"What's
next?"
(What's
next
nigga!)
Smack
DVDs
on
big
screens
Going
over
mixes,
my
vocals
gotta
be
clean
Them
kicks
gotta
hit
you
in
your
chest
808s
boomin'
so
we
strapping
on
a
vest
Niggas
said
they
needed
more
I
told
em
"Say
Less"
Give
me
two
years,
all
my
homies
gon'
be
bless
Hoppin'
out
of
rolls
royces,
phantoms
and
a
jet
Pure
motivation
All
inspiration
Reinvested
dollars
& plotting
on
elevation
Putting
in
the
hours
Ain't
ever
getting
vacation
I
be
going
dumb,
that's
my
lack
of
education
They
know
you
the
one,
that's
why
they
all
gotta
say
shit
They
know
when
I'm
on,
ain't
nobody
finna
say
shit
I
been
going
hard
from
the
depths
of
the
basement
Mind
almost
caved
in
Who
the
hell
gon'
save
him
Now
we
back
on
track,
ain't
no
metros
at
this
station
so
stop
all
the
politicin'
Know
that
I
gotta
get
it
Know
that
i'm
coming
for
anybody
who
wanna
get
it
Know
if
you
try
me,
I
promise
you
gon'
need
a
medic
They
bust
shots,
I
bust
flows,
I'm
not
offended
So
stop
all
the
politicin'
Know
that
I
gotta
get
it
This
is
my
house,
and
all
you
niggas
is
tenants
Go
on
and
try
me,
you
really
though
for
a
second
I
leave
yo'
ass
in
a
shelter
Yellin'
out
loud
for
a
medic
So
yeah,
'nuff
of
the
politicin
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