Lyrics Rap Politics - Babyface Ray

Rap Politics

I can\nLaugh on me, motherfuckers\nI ain’t say that shit\nI got 10 black cars at the venue\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nA hustler goin' corporate\nPreparation prevents poor performance\nPray my karma it don’t come back on my daughters\nI don’t say shit lit when I’m at Ruth Chris bring some water\nLabels sending deals but I keep turning down they offers\nIt ain’t bout the money can’t put that in my coffin\nI got the clerks Confused, I’m buying cups no coffee\nI’m the chosen one frozen up I did Hutch &Golden Sun\nGot my coins up like Temple Run must not know bout Yodie Run\nMust not know bout Randy son baby boy the one who ran it up\nAin’t signing shit until they put my family up\nI won’t crack a smile until I’m putting Grammy’s up\nYou just touch your first 100 that’s doin' bad to us\nFrienemy or enemy don’t waste your time trying @'ing me\nWant these kicks gotta wait a week custom Goyard baggage me\nSorry but I’m fucking fans bad bitches keep tagging me\nHoe niggas they sending threats to me cause they ain’t next to me\nBitch niggas that think I owe em' something but they ain’t invest in me\nThey keep on talking 20K decline respectfully\nCalling my phone back to back to back must got a check for me\nYou can tell I never had shit I’m driving recklessly\nI got 10 black cars at the venue\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nFrom in these streets to industry\nCan’t let codeine finish me\nDon’t let old friends that I cut off tell you that we enemies\nAll these hoes backstage trying to fuck must think it’s ten of me\nDiamonds flash boxes getting wrapped up I’m a christmas tree\nRule number one it ain’t no posting ain’t no kissing me\nRule number two don’t tell my business that’s gone get you cut\nGotta watch my back I sent the driver just to pick her up\nI know I’m a trip I paid a thousand just to get to cut\nI dick near just set the club on fire bottles lit it up\nThis shit ain’t for you if you fall off and you can’t get back up\nLately I ain’t gotta say too much to get your bitch to fuck\nBrodie I got flavors for occasions face be kitted it up\n30 something racks later, OD candy, did it up\nMoney low then get it up\nNeed a load come get with us\nHoes choose swap em with my brodie that ain’t shit to us\nI’m in London so she like my accent got the sprinter stuck\nEating beans keeping lean with me say she never seen fifty\nMy rich homeboy say how much to bring with him\nI love that bitch man I can’t lie but never see her with me\nYea my jeans stuffed this shit too much gone bust the seams in it\nI got 10 black cars at the venue\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into\nI don’t rap politic tell me what you into