RJmrLA - RJ for mayor Lyrics

[Intro]Now I can see that niggas ain't really feelin' this spot I'm inI can see that (RJ)But you know what...I ain't trippin'[Verse 1]Keep a couple hunnid dollars in your archiveBlack boy, white keys, no apartheidI used to sell them sacks at my part timeMovin' while I'm rollin' through the forty like a dark sideIt ain't what you say in LAIf you've got it, you showin' it offI ride for whats real, I did mine in the fieldSo you know who to callThey want my mind under scopes but I lost thatDrop a O, lost 12 had to call backCookies far from the smell, call contactI linked the rights to all my sales in a contractThey want a nigga fall off like DecemberBut I can smoke the second O without a swisherAin't no room for a sometimes niggaI hope you catchin' every punch line, niggaLil nigga[Hook]I been out here too long, shit changed on meBeen a long time since a nigga banged on meI still wake up in them sweats, with the thang on meFully automatic, hard to manage cause the system want me deadI can see that (can see that)But if you're lookin' for the mayor I can be that (can be that)I'mma be that[Verse 2]I'm ten toes in this joint foldsThey poke they nose in my business like they snortin' dopeCreepin' on meI'mma sleep 'em like some norcosTryna sneak my niggas in before the doors closeOpen up your eyes and get some Benz keysPut your feelin's to the side, it's the men's leagueThe power lines, colour blind once the ends meetSo soft sales got slow, had to cook up blowWhat a nigga dont know, thats a gold mineHis momma sent him to the store, during war timeBut once he step up out the door, it's the frontlineWhen niggas souls to console mine, but who am I?M R L A rappers tailgatin' (RJ)Courtside halftime dodgin' shell casin'sHunnid twenty five thousand for the bellTen percent of that is twelve racksI'm in a holdin' cell waitin' (oou)PD crooked in the sheriff raceIt dont matter nigga, black cops too, they got a deep hateAnd the damn judge, tryna be in Congress soonThat's why the DA run the whole court roomOou, you just woke up, you lateI work like I play, I cook up a souffleWith a gun on my waist. keep a A for my faceI ain't (ayy), offer nothin' nigga bladeI need red on my stringsI need blue in my bankBrand new shoes for my babeFuck you and your faceHere in your tricky situationAnd the 77 police stationStreet motivation (motivation, motivation)