Letra de Politickin - Lecrae

(Feat. Propaganda)

Yeah, had to let back the top on the drop

Know the opps gon' see me

Yeah, had to block all the freaks

Tryna creep on the low, can't tempt me

It's in me, not on me (Yeah, let 'em find out)

It's in me, not on me (Yeah, yeah, you know I got)

It's in me, not on me (Yeah)

Yeah, you know I got 'em with me, the same ones in me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)

Gotta rebuild the block, I might pop up

Peter Pan to the land, tell 'em, lock up

Got the peace of God with me, out the Glock up

Never worried 'bout a drought, you know I stock up

Wonder how it work, they see me lurkin' in the trenches

Go from Logan down to Lincoln, Meadowbrook is with the business

Ain't no fakin' when I'm shakin' up to Compton like a menace

Hit my homie out the Nellas, he'll be home in like a minute

They be askin' how I got like I got

Used to wanna let it pop like I'm Pac

Let the word of God knock off your block

It's the Spirit livin' in me, not the rocks in my watch

Death is all around me, but the fear gone

Power livin' in me, hella fearsome

Took a lot of losses, but we still strong

Ayy, you can smell the favor in my pheromones

Yeah, had to let back the top on the drop

Know the opps gon' see me

Yeah, had to block all the freaks

Tryna creep on the low, can't tempt me

It's in me, not on me (Yeah, let 'em find out)

It's in me, not on me (Yeah, yeah, you know I got)

It's in me, not on me (Yeah)

Yeah, you know I got 'em with me, the same ones in me

What's up, lil' gangbanger?

Where you from, homie?

If they saying where you from, wherever you go

No half-stepping, stay solid and just keep it like that forever

Esta la muerte

Yeah, the rhyme spitter came from east of the river

Strange amount of things, the young shooters should consider (Uh)

Dangerous veteran gangbangers, just bitter now

Almost famous in a lane, they can't figure out

Everyone gorgeous with dreams they might forfeit

The pressure might force, forfeit, they oughta force quit

(West, West, West, West) Read the ingredients

The glory and pain, that courses through the veins

Of the native Los Angeles (se habla Spanglish)

Colorful rags danglin', all the world's languages, uh

The right candidate ain't hard to spot, bro

The Manchurian curry in favor with all the vatos (The 626)

Stayed fearfully and wonderfully made

Just as sure as ground shakes up under thee

San Andreas, uh-uh, come stay with us

I'll make it make sense of God, custom-made a lane for us

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