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no chill - politics lyrics
[verse]
yo the other day i swear i was about to quit rap
until my bro said “yo what type of sh_ts that?”
my n_gga or my n_gga, i tried to get his sh_t back
but you know the hood, man don’t rob to give back
rule 1, don’t hit the dock and turn snitch fam
if man run in your cell for your phone, you don’t give that
and when you pick a side n_gga you don’t switch gangs
don’t wife a b_tch slag, don’t fall for a big back
cos i got it off of carbs and some cling
pull up on em late night and bark off my thing
all black like batman, have the charges dismissed
i got a bad b_tch just like harley quinn
she said her ex was a joker, she couldn’t par with him
so i told her “bend over, let a real n_gga hit”
i spent too much years with all my dargs in the bin
cos i got no chill like a park with some kids, check it
my n_ggas yeah wе ride and press glocks
made man scrеam, sidney prescott
remember nights in neighbourhood, it was the best spot
until messy shut it down like a desktop
poke up your white tee, leave you with a red top
you don’t know my guy p, my guy survived a neck shot
catch me at the lights with 4 pipes then press off
man there’s no way i can go back to a sweatbox
shouting “yo miss, how long til’ i get off?”
now i’m with this chick like “how long til’ you get off?”
but i don’t need 3 b_tches, just give me 3 tickets
down the m way, mans doubling the speed limit
and don’t chat about freedom cos i’ve risked mine
and don’t chat about packs cos i flip mine
and you can never beef the gang with them sh_t 9’s
you man are waking dead like rick grimes
but i ain’t with the politics, corbyn
sticks full of hollow tips, mind how you’re talking
get gwop flipping white, i put my all in
sweatbox prison life, induction in the morning
i’m from the 0161 but we ain’t united
try hit man in his chest when we’re riding
armed jakes in the crib, they’re screaming “get down”
i’m the best thing to come out the hood since wes brown
and if he ain’t played the game then he can’t preach
you got a wap with no p’s? then you can’t beef
you couldn’t say one wrong word about my darg t
back the dotty out, let it boom like [?]
and man i do it close range, make your darg scream
h_lla pellets going straight through your arteries
and if she ain’t got a back then i can’t beat
i’m out the door quicker than school time at half 3
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