Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Murray
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye, Politics (aye, aye, aye, aye)
Yeah, let's go, it be, check it
It be so much on my mind, I don't know what to say, or how to say it
That's why I make these hits, so you can play it, listen
Caught up in a wave of dirty pavements, my mental on the cloud, but my body stuck on the slave ship
Brought up in this city with the criminals, but if you know em' like I know em', then you know they ain't no Criminals, for real
We just playin' the game of cards that we was dealt, tryna make a way
Steady searchin' for a path with blurry vision, left in disarray
Fall in line with the system just to see you only in a maze
It's a blessing and curse to have these eyes but I'm often in a rage
Some of us cope with instrumentals, what about this dude? The other half stuck with dirty pistols, so He stick dude
Man, niggas don't know the half, politics, politics
I'm on the ground but it's smoke in the air, politics, politics
Look, you fuckin' lames, you don't see this fuckin' game we play every day just to remain the same
Just a slave for a daily wage
You don't see that shit? Man, I hate that shit (hate)
Bitch, I'm priceless
Boy, caught up in a wave of dirty pavements, my mental on the cloud, but my body stuck on the slave ship
Brought up in this city with the criminals, but if you know em' like I know em', then you know they ain't no Criminals, for real
We just playin' the game of cards that we was dealt, tryna make a way (word)
Steady searchin' for a path with blurry vision, left in disarray (yeah)
Fall in line with the system just to see you only in a maze
It's a blessing and curse to have these eyes but I'm often in a rage
Some of us cope with instrumentals, what about this dude? The other half stuck with dirty pistols, so He stick, dude
Man, niggas don't know the half, politics, politics
I'm on the ground but it's smoke in the air, politics, politics (they gone feel it)
I can't do shit but smile like I just left the dentist
It's a matrix, yeah, you gotta take your time, slow down
You gone make it, yeah
It's, it's called, it's called, you gone make, yeah, you will, three, three, three
Writer(s): James Murray
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