Politics

Ain't no shame In my game Remember days I use to have to Ride the Martr On the bench Though I got the skills Of a starter They don't want to see A black man In charge They go see as a problem They always playing politics Don't want to die young Word to Roddy Rich Tell me how I suppose to win If the fight is fixed My future in my hands Got to find a grip It's level to the grind And you not exempt I be feeling like Them ball playing niggas Kobe,Durant,Giannis Deprive from my dreams Hard to find some rest Trying to touch More bills Than belichick They tell you no So many times But you can't End up settling The world afraid of my melanin This is Martin with a lil of malcom This is Nipsey with a lil of Pac This is Styles P starting up a Juice spot I know they waiting On my new drop I was focused on my craft Now Im in my toolbox Always keep my head high Like some crew socks Ima make these song jam Like a jukebox Inhaling weed Getting higher than some moonrocks I'm fresher than Altoid She dig my style So she can't ignore it She want to be saved But I'm not heroic She sweet on me So I hit her With my Almond Joy Bagging the product I approach the game Like a dealer Can't the price This a business All about the scrilla These Albany flows Colder than chinchillas Sipping Deleon I'm fucking up my liver I'm iller than I ever been The vision looking clearer Than a cup of Gin We don't have to get along Money be my friend And I'm be a hustler To the very end