[Verse 1] Good things to those who wait I don't involve wth those who make noise or indulge in hate I pray to God, may Allah make my bars be great So my job secure in case my broad is late I got no time to slow it down and contemplate Niggas hungry for a change so Obama eight Years, safe here never, Rayful Kept it moving, reindeer weather Crack babies turned crack sellers, still got nada That happens when you black nigga with no product Unathletic, it's sad though when it's no calling So now you with the strapped niggas that want problems No problem, and the hood ain't changed in years And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the fear Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and shit Whole race feel misplaced since the Regan Era Where's Che Guevera? Hear cries from black moms for convisary And the cops'll stop now, the town is different See the block's like black mamba, brown omitted Little gentrification which ain't gender-specific All us niggas is niggas, a few of niggas is bitches Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer tenure You ain't gotta get involved unless that boy?
[Bridge] Yeah, one nation under God Politics about the guap, I hate to break your heart Just play my part Stay low, pray to God For all the hate shown, it made it hard to watch Could be a race war, niggas on your mark 'Til somebody start
[Verse 2] Conspiracy theorists in my lyrics And feel like my shit is somehow different albeit It could be the image of my niggas And your perception is ruining my vision, dig that My president mulatto, a resident of many of serato A penny for your thoughts, mommy torch worth a dollar Get off my fucking George Carver As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more little Rallo Do you follow or did I lose you? Ms. Dash, yeah she bad, but the broad still clueless Reese get her, not little Witherspoon feeder 'til the seats fill up, get me Paranormals on my feet nigga, jiggy I, commander in chief, nigga, Bentley Exercise of free speech, nigga, get me But politics just ain't me, nigga, feel me?