Political

Count it up x2 You hear me?

I’m on 35th and Powellton politicking with this college chicken

One dick three sucks, wake up go to Sabrina’s for a cup

San Andreas Hot Coffee when I’m done get off me

Five stars no waste man how the tf all these straps on my waistband

Pop a Nigga point blank American Bandstand

Pills done turned the city into a wasteland

A shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on

Let bygones be bygones

Let Pisans be Pisan

Mayates Mayates

Let thotties be thotties

Run it run it up

Can we please run it up

No stopping fifty albums dropping

Iranian bombs popping

Genna Genna zim zimma

Have dilemma where the keys to my beema

Rudebwoi demeanor mi cris and mi cleaner

Baby I’m looking for my glock have you seen her

Aw shit I’m high as shit its on my hip

Once I get cross the border that’s called a flip

I told the truth right off the rip Dussé Sip

I do this for therapy and money that’s it

I’m that same little nigga you thought wouldn’t be shit

Now bitches wanna drench my dick cause I’m lit

Shout out to trappers in the Dickie fit get rich

Not playing games what you think this is twitch

There is second generation Shower Posse in this Bitch

Bring the Wray & Nephews and all the Chef Specials

I consider this counseling for my issues

I rock The Hundreds brand baby cause I got a short fuse

I’m heartbroken baby please can You be my refuge

It’s not my fault she needed someone to accuse

I’m just addicted to getting paper with the blues

In my mind it’s not that hard to pick and choose

I like penthouses with the skyscraper views

I call this watch Yam-aka because I be rocking my jewels

I like Chanel sneaks so I be copping in twos

You corny ass rappers would of rhymed that with shoes

I’m tired of getting pissed so I stopped watching the news

Don’t go into collections niggas just pay your dues

Never falling off again nigga I refuse

I’m truly at the point where I have nothing to lose

Hook