RJ - RJ For Mayor lyrics

[Intro] Now I can see that n***as ain't really feeling this spot im in I can see that RJ But you know what, I ain't tripping [Verse:] Keep a couple hundred dollars in your archive Black boy white keys no apartheid I used to sell them sacks at my part time Moving while I'm rolling through The forty like a dark side It ain't what you say in LA If you've got it you showing off I ride for whats real, I did my time in the field So you know who to call They want my mind under scopes but I lost that Drop a 0, lost 12 had to call back Cooking's far from the smell, call contact I linked the rights to all my sales in a contract They want a n***a fall off like December But I can smoke the second O without a swisher Ain't no room for a sometimes n***a I hope you catching every punch line n***a Lil n***a I been out here too long sh** changed on me Been a long time since a n***a banged on me I still wake up in them sweats with the thing on me Fully automatic Hard to manage cause the system want me dead I can see that, I can see that But if you're looking for the mayor I can be that, can be that I'mma be that I'm ten toes in this joint folds They poke they nose in my business like they snorting dope Creeping on me I'mma sleep em like some norcos Tryna sneak my n***as in before the doors close Open up your eyes and get some Benz keys Put your feelings to the side, it is the men's league The power lines color blind once the ends meet So sales got slow had to cook up blow What a n***a dont know thats a gold mine His momma sent him to the store during war time But once he step up out the door it is the frontline When n***as souls to console mine, but who am I? MRLA rappers Tailgating (RJ) Courtside halftime dodging shell casings Hundred twenty five thousand for the bell Ten percent of that is twelve racks I'm in a holding cell waiting Oh, PD crooked in the sheriff race It dont matter n***a Black cops too, they got deep hate And the damn judge tryna be in Congress soon Thats why the DA runs the whole court room Ooh, you just woke up, you late I work like I play I cook up a souffle With a gun on my waist keep a A for my face I ain't offer nothing n***a blade I need red on my strings I need blue in my bank Brand new shoes for my babe F*ck you and your face Here in your tricky situation And the 77 police station Street motivation (Motivation, motivation)