B. Mogul - Politics

Ain't no shame
In my game
Remember days
I use to have to
Ride the Martr
On the bench
Though I got the skills
Of a starter
They don't want to see
A black man
In charge
They go see as a problem
They always playing politics
Don't want to die young
Word to Roddy Rich
Tell me how
I suppose to win
If the fight is fixed
My future in my hands
Got to find a grip
It's level to the grind
And you not exempt

I be feeling like
Them ball playing niggas
Kobe,Durant,Giannis

Deprive from my dreams
Hard to find some rest
Trying to touch
More bills
Than belichick
They tell you no
So many times
But you can't
End up settling
The world afraid of my melanin
This is Martin with a lil of malcom
This is Nipsey with a lil of Pac
This is Styles P starting up a Juice spot
I know they waiting
On my new drop
I was focused on my craft
Now Im in my toolbox
Always keep my head high
Like some crew socks
Ima make these song jam
Like a jukebox
Inhaling weed
Getting higher than some moonrocks

I'm fresher than Altoid
She dig my style
So she can't ignore it
She want to be saved
But I'm not heroic
She sweet on me
So I hit her
With my Almond Joy

Bagging the product
I approach the game
Like a dealer
Can't the price
This a business
All about the scrilla
These Albany flows
Colder than chinchillas
Sipping Deleon
I'm fucking up my liver

I'm iller than I ever been
The vision looking clearer
Than a cup of Gin
We don't have to get along
Money be my friend
And I'm be a hustler
To the very end

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