BLACK REPUBLICANS

I know you feel the magic baby! Turn my fucking lights down. Esco what up? What up homie? I mean, its what you expected ain't it? Lets go UH… Turn the music up in the headphones Yeah that's perfect Gotta take your time makin' niggas wait on this mufucka 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 Prolly end up back in the hood Like fuck it then Huddlin' over the oven We was like brothers then Though you was nothing other than the son of my mother's friend We had governin' Who woulda thought the love would end? Like ice cold album All good things Never thought we'd sing the same song that all hoods sing Thought it was all wood grain, all good brain We wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Never imagined all the disaster that one could bring Good brain should blame the game and I could Its kill or be killed how could I refrain If I ever be in debt and that's never a good thing So the pressure for success could put a good strain On the friend you call best and yes it could bring Out the worst in every person even the good and sane And though we rehearsed it just ain't the same When you put in the game at age 16 Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and Miss Thing Jealousy ego and pride and this brings It all to a head like a coin CHA CHING The root of evil strikes again this could sting And the team got beef between post and the point This puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely 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 Prolly end up back in the hood Like fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin over the government Cant turn my back on the hood too much love for them Cant clean my act up for good Too much thug in‘em Prolly end up back in the hood Like fuck it then I'm back in the hood They like“Hey Nas” Blowin' on purple Reflectin' on their lives Couple of Fat Cats, couple of AI's Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them grey skies Grey fives Ha-taZ Wishin' our reigh 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 Standin' on the roof of my buildin' 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 form street politics Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce To get his feet out of them Converse That's my mord 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 Prolly end up back in the hood Like fuck it then 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 Prolly end up back in the hood Like fuck it then