Black Republican

I know you can feel the magic baby

Turn the motherfuckin lights down

Esco whuttup? (Whuttup homey)

I mean. it's what you expected ain't it?

Let's go... uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Turn the music up in the headphones

Uh, Yea, that's perfect (Yea, right)

Uh, we got to take our time and make a nigga wait on this motherfucker

(Hahaha!) Make niggas mad and shit like

Niggas usually just start rappin' after 4-bars, nigga go in

Start dancin' in this motherfucker

Yea, (Yea) we just come outta nowhere

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in

Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em

Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like "Fuck it then"

Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (What?)

Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend

We had covenant, who would of thought the love would end

Like Ice Cold's album, all good things

Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang

Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain

You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game

Neva imagine all the disasters that one good reign

Could bring!, should blame, the game, and I could

It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?

And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing

To the pressure for success can put a good strain

On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring

Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane

Though we rehearsed, it's just ain't the same

When you put in the game at age sixteen

Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and miss things

Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings

It all to a head like coin, cha-ching

The root of evil strikes again, this could sting

Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point

This puts the ring in jeopardy - indefinitely

I feel like a black militant takin' over the government

Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em

Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "fuck it then"

I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (Uh)

Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives

Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s

Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies

Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign dies

Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "why"?

Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time

Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signs

I'm standin' on the roof of my building

I'm feelin' - the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it

Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire

Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire

Could it be the forces of darkness, against hood angels of good

That forms street politics - makes a sweet honest kid

Turn illegal for commerce - to get his feet out of them Converse

That's my word