Alumni - Politics

How can I go from reppin’ The A
To falling out with Mahtie
To dropping my spot on the top
And still popping off?
Mistakes that I’ve made - I have no regrets
Threw so much away, but I’ll make it with half of what’s left
I’ve been getting more bitter for years with this rap shit
More talented than more than half of these little Sac pricks
Bitch, I paid my dues
My reputation
How you think I gained my name?
From flaming dudes
Doing what I say I do
I will kill you
Say I’m lying, motherfucker
I will make it true
I am still angry today
I came up with a fucking chip on my shoulder
Only the weight of it’s changed
I had to brace myself for the pain I felt
Took a break from the game
And regained my health
I’d never play myself for the fame and wealth
Y’all politicking
Win or lose, I only blame myself
So
Fuck your politics, bitch, I’m done with all of it
I’m on my way to the top and don’t know what falling is
People asking what my problem is, I promise that
You’ll never see me part my lips to kiss ass or swallow dicks
Fuck your politics, I’m done with all of it
I’m on my way to the top and don’t know what falling is
People asking what my problem is, I promise that
You’ll never see me part my lips to kiss ass or swallow dicks
Um, do you notice my accomplishments?
Do you notice that I’m focused, being honest with
Those that show love and come to the nightclubs
Just to hear me spit or get a slight buzz
Either way, I appreciate the support
Am I doing my thing?
Of course
Hip-hop is my sport
Every joint, I get my point across, like half court
Check your tone, boy, lower your octaves
The flow colder than my doctor’s office
Y’all nauseous
Bitches applausin’
You was hot for a cool sec, like menopausin’
I’m beastin’, the God like legion
Your flavor no good, your tastebuds ain’t seasoned
Fuck the rap game, boy, I’m schemin’
On the Sac scene ‘cause I got my reasons
Fuck your politics, bitch, I’m done with all of it
I’m on my way to the top and don’t know what falling is
People asking what my problem is, I promise that
You’ll never see me part my lips to kiss ass or swallow dicks
Fuck your politics, I’m done with all of it
I’m on my way to the top and don’t know what falling is
People asking what my problem is, I promise that
You’ll never see me part my lips to kiss ass or swallow dicks
Every breath that I breathe
Every second, I’d like to be
In the lab with Mikie, making a track, at least
On his laptop, crafting a beat
Patiently waiting to come back and gun at
People asking what happened to me
All of that should cease, I feel like quittin’
Come back and gas those assholes
When I feel like spittin’
I listen to Skylar Grey
Don’t call me Prhyme no more - it’s Kevin
I just threw all of my rhymes away
There’s only so many times I can spit without recognition
Never been real good at ass-kissin’ and politickin’
Or shaking hands with a man that I see as competition
It’s held me back, but hey
At least I have my convictions
If you don’t like it, suck my fucking dick, quit bitchin’
You can’t stand the temp, then get the fuck out the kitchen
Bitch, you suck
Zip it, rip your frickin’ verses up
Yeah, I said frickin’
‘Cause it isn’t worth a fuck
Fuck your politics, bitch, I’m done with all of it
I’m on my way to the top and don’t know what falling is
People asking what my problem is, I promise that
You’ll never see me part my lips to kiss ass or swallow dicks
Fuck your politics, I’m done with all of it
I’m on my way to the top and don’t know what falling is
People asking what my problem is, I promise that
You’ll never see me part my lips to kiss ass or swallow dicks

Written by:
Kellyn Crawley, Kevin Jacobson

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