AJ Bank$y and Sha the Flash - Politick

Politic
(We gon' put some life into it)
Aye, whoa whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Politic)
I aint tryna politic, went to school on scholarship
I aint tryna politic
Aye, aye
I ain't tryna politic, went to school on scholarship
They say Bank$y hot as shit, hot as shit, hot as shit
I think I'm my momma kid, don't know when to call it quits
I need my acknowledgment, 'knowledgement, 'knowledgement
In LA I'm poppin' shit, try to rob, we rockin' shit
I'm with Gwai, he got a grip, got a grip, got a grip
I came up from pocket lint, all my problems gotta sit
Put dat on my momma nem, momma nem, momma nem
They say talk is cheap
Well my walk ain't cheap
I paid a hefty cost just to walk in these feets
It say boss on my tee
You can't walk in my shoes
Prada myself
I work hard for the loot
I don't do the politics but I be up in the booth
Runnin' for what
Nigga I just run on these tunes
Road runner
I was on the road with the crew
Making runs like them Dubs 'fore they won those last two
So much love for the game
You see the way that I move
Moving rock, I did not
But I was movin' a lot
Moved the crowd, moved the packs
Now the movement intact
Tactical and tactful with the moves, in fact
Now I'm really in my groove relaxed
'Cause you niggas can't move me
I move when I move, that's that
Moving to my own tune, no cap
Threw back the 1942
Set the mood
It's wraps
See no evil, I don't know these people
Wake up must be dreaming
Aquafina? Not for me, I'm Fiji
Baby girl believe it
I conceived it, then I went and breathed it
Brooklyn for the weekend
I been scheming, like from A to Z and L-M-N-O-P'n
What you mean, I just hit X and Z, but now I'm back in Queens
And we with Naz, I did not link wit Crack, but blunts still got to steaming
No fatigue, the shit like 2 AM, I won't play like I'm sleeping
Say we T'd, but ask me what's the fee, I think you niggas dreaming
Eatin' carrot cake still can't see a diamond on my neck
Speak in fair play, only stop the rhyming for the check
You said it's everyday, but yo style is very played, get this shit like every way
I could see he dying for respect
Couple thousand for my momma phone she dying for a text
Said you capping in your songs, bro you can't lie in front of vets
Trouble child I'm kinda prone, I take a flight and then I'm home
My eyes be open when I fly, still scared of dying on a jet
(I think I'm—)
I ain't tryna politic, went to school on scholarship
They say Bank$y hot as shit, hot as shit, hot as shit
I think I'm my momma kid, don't know when to call it quits
I need my acknowledgment, 'knowledgement, 'knowledgement
In LA I'm poppin' shit, try to rob, we rockin' shit
I'm with Gwai, he got a grip, got a grip, got a grip
I came up from pocket lint, all my problems gotta sit
Put dat on my momma nem, momma nem, momma nem

Written by:
AJ Bank$y and Sha the Flash, AJ Banksy, Chinazaekpere Ubozoh

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