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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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