Politics (feat. Benny the Butcher) - Riicch & SHA-G

It's the remix, nigga Whoa, Kenny! Kenny, you ready? All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building (hahahaha) In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it Ain't got no cash for the dealer if don't no stashes come in it (huh) Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough, nigga (what up) Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with niggas (uh-uh) The way I'm crafting this shit get way too tactical, nigga All my albums is classical just to challenge you niggas My shit been in crazy demand (I know), but play again I be plugging with 80 grand and have it 80 a gram I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands Who else glacier'd they hand and be wearing Bape shit from France? I'm into lightskin bitches and blue dinero (okay) Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero Every year, they discuss me, who else they gon' name but me? And Gunn, we the ones who they call when they get rusty Griselda, nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Rising like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet Shoebox came with the doowop One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac Two shots, that's two grazed in two days What goes up must come down on Tuesday And I don't like Pixar, mister, I am the master I came through like a- (wait a minute) bastard Nobody fathered my style People said I would fall off, but I been here for a while, so, nope! Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant? The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan The vampire, taking over empires If the game was a tooth, I'm a fucking pair of pliers We gon' do 'em Vinny-style As you can see, this nigga got many styles (serious) Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (serious) And cold like (ice) Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Rising like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet You already know what time it is It's the motherfucking championship

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy) The Butcher comin', nigga Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' coke, boy (La musica de Harry Fraud) You know how this street shit go What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny I grinded accessibly, put rocks on the neck of me This coupe I got from Doupon, registry The standard of hammer, in my all rooms, I get a new Glock every week My old bitch think I'm too rich to send a Uber My new bitch wanna get pieces made for my jeweller Drive-by's with rugers, twenty racks for the shooter The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter The letter told my nigga in jail, told him he blessed He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah Responsibility come with the opportunity Don't want no crooked preacher lyin' in my eulogy Hoes think they usin' me, I got her out the country eatin' beautifully Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie War endorsement, war with law enforcement 'Til my long full of Maybachs and small Porsches Let's go (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy) Coke Boys charged double in the drought Hack busted in her stomach, started foamin' out the mouth (Woo) On strays, broad day, think they like sweet And my youngin got the K like Skeet (Bah, bah, bah, bah) Before you try and surf, let the wave break (Break) Let the cake bake (Bake) Talkin' summers, I done had a whole decade straight (Haan) Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner She don't eat, like her manager was Kris Jenner (Ah) Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me Never let nobody live in your mind for free (Ah) And when you get tested, you get your answers Block pitchin', jumpin' like Miles Bridges (Uh) Could have signed to Cash Money but I was gettin' cash money Nick, game floor seats, next to Van Gundhi (Ah) Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-divin' At the met gala with no stylist, haan (Ah) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana, haha) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy) Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (Uh-huh) The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (Haha) It's never your enemy, it's always your own people (Yeah) Pride was the reason he died, no ego (No ego) You know me, you know me, the don Jada (Yeah) I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega (Woo) Work touched down, I sold it, I ain't hold it (Uh-uh) Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID (Nope) We just rubbin' bands, the money, we don't fold it (Never) As far as the account of me goes, we control it (We control it) You have a lil' luck if you came up (Uh) Ask me, fentanyl is fuckin' the game up (Hmm) You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper (That's it) Playin' with your nose or is you a fane popper? (Fane popper) Knockin' off half in zips, just another day at the office Bags and bricks, what's up? (Haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, haha) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, don't worry about it) I was sellin' it all, haha

Grrah, like, it's that Sha Gz nigga Y'all niggas know whats goin' on, nigga Every O shot, everything flocked (War's Too Nasty) Suck my dick, nigga (Mmm, nah) Grrah, like (Turn that up, Young Madzz) Grrah, like Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like I'm tryna hop out and creep Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go I had 'em runnin' on feet Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like They playin' hide and go seek, llike Fuck Cobby, reverse the V Smoke too much Notti (Notti), don't see how we see Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E (Bobby) Fuck Bobby, like, he should have read (Dotty) Like, I don't care if the cops on the streets (Suck my dick) I'm tryna up it and throw at his Ski (Hol' on) Catch EK, stay with ya G (Stay with ya G, nigga) Like, y'all niggas really OT (Suck my dick) Switch lanes, who drivin' better than me? (Wait, like what?) Watch out, I'm tryna dump out the V (Bow-bow-bow) Like, grrah, grrah Flick on the beam, put the dot on his bitch Like, hold on, I'm tryna flock on the Mitch (Grrah-grrah) Charlie, Zay, all in my spliff, like Nazzy, Rippy, dead right in piss (Suck my dick) Throw to my mans, now they dead, fuck a Rip (Rippy) Like, that boy laced, tryna get him, he slipped (Bobby) Nigga died in the back of the truck, not the whip, like (Hol' on) Like, like, I'm tryna blitz, like (Hol' on), like, like Jump at his bitch (C-Hii) Bend through they block, hit em' and dip, like (Don't run, don't—) He tried to run, but that nigga tripped (Hol' on), like, grrah We rearrange him and dip (Bow-bow), like nah That nigga just tryna diss (Bow-bow-bow) We gon' hop out that OJ (Like), bendin' through both ways (Suck my dick), if he move wock, I'ma up it and— Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like I'm tryna hop out and creep Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go I had 'em runnin' on feet Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like They playin' hide and go seek, like Fuck Cobby, reverse the V Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see (Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E) (Bobby) (Fuck Bobby, like, hop out and creep) (Dotty) (Put that dot on his feet, put dot to his tee, then he go) (I had 'em runnin' on feet) (Hold on) (Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep?) (See EK) Like (They playin' hide and go seek) (Suck my dick) (Like, fuck Cobby, reverse the V) (Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see) (Grrah-grrah, like)

Cold blue breeze from the north Star like dreams life is hardcore Glutted phantom narrow Perception Lack integrity solitary intention Broken heart pieces everyone ignores Driven on the 90 my scars I'm torn Being myself unfitted puzzle Different upbringings uncommon struggles I'm torontonian you sound American I'm buffalian you sound Canadian Mans with bare tings and big house Happy for you my time will come about Party everyday as you do Till noon Different predicaments Work in the stu Praying for some better things Peace at home Financial freedom Shawty sees in me what I see in me Even praying for my enemies Praying what I need I being praying Forgotten social authenticity No one calls me thats reality All alone in my car deep Shadow insecurity Nothin is guarantee I don't get a shawty In the bank $4 money Language barrier separate me from family Devil screams For I disappear To my Fantasy Unprivileged Circumstances Unemployment No hours at Macy's First paki Generation I pray fajir Zhur Asr Magrib Isha I be praying Kicked out of school I'm praying Praying for some better things Praying for Peace at home Praying for Financial freedom Praying for Shawty sees in me what I see in me Even praying for my enemies Praying what I need I being praying