Nastee - Just Politics lyrics

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro] It's more politics Just Blaze goodlookin' [Verse 1] One hand on the pad Other hand is on the bag In a Kaperneck jersey, I ain't standing for the flag Might as well be the Confederate, the way they so devilish Treat men in blue above the law, like we irrelevant k** us on the camera, with little to no answer And Ignorance is spread through the street, like it was cancer Even Obama couldn't do sh**, but propaganda Not even Sway, Ye' or Allen Iverson had the answer Monopolies, turned to heath insurance policies And student loans designed to keep you in poverty Shorty, what you gon do wit ya life? Are you gon spend 5 hours a day looking at likes Or you gon get a education, and have you a revelation That saving your soul leads your to permanent salvation Or you go out drinking and falling for temptation Thinking you sleeping with a person, you really sleeping wit Satan Only thing you got when you die is ya legacy And ya soul, let's hope you ain't sell it and live heavenly The devil be, over your shoulder and he be plotting So what now? Now it's up to you to stop him [Hook] Back in the game like I never left I just spit it even harder each & every breath I got two daughters, now I'm smarter Ain't no going left I'm going straight to the top My fans know me best [Verse 2] Just hit me with the beat, said it's a loop wit no drums So I'm a go in spit till I got no lungs Every time I'm at bat, I hit a home run The cyphers and boding rappers, that's what I'm know from I opened up my heart, poured it out for y'all Let you consume a lil bit, like it's alcohol It's not that I'm hating man, I'm just looking out for y'all The type of sh** y'all rap about, I wouldn't talk about at all End up like Bobby Shmurda Doing time for the murder When you could have been a wordsmith, spitting sh** with a purpose Looking at the game like a parent of a sick child Hoping it's something we can get thru, and we can fix now Yeah we love the Henny and Moet, and sip that Cristal But look in ya bank account, You ain't probably got six thou Corporations controlling your mind What you see on ya TV and what you seeing online Capital Hill conferences, just to keep you in line But I ain't tryna get too deep, I'm just tryna rhyme They said we'd never have a black president, but we did But for the future of the my kids, I continue to Dream B.I.G