Politickin Lyrics – Lecrae, Propaganda

Read the complete Politickin Lyrics by Lecrae and Propaganda along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lecrae's music, you can also explore My Story and GO! GO! GO!, two other songs by Lecrae.

[Chorus: Lecrae]
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, you know I got
It's in me, not on me
Yeah, you know I got 'em with me
The same ones in me

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
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 lurking in the trenches
Go from Logan down to Lincoln, Meadowbrook is with the business
Ain't no faking when I'm shaking up to Compton like a menace
Hit my homie in the Nellas, he'll be home in like a minute
They be asking 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 living in me, not the rocks in my watch
Death is all around me, but the fear gone
Power living in me, hella fearsome
Took a lot of losses, but we still strong
Hey, you can smell the favor in my pheromones

[Chorus: Lecrae]
Yeah, had to let back the top on a 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, you know I got
It's in me, not on me
Yeah, you know I got 'em with me
The same ones in me

[Verse 2: Propaganda]
Yeah, the Ron 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 gotta force quit (West, West, West, West)
Read the ingredients, the glory and pain
That courses through the veins of the native Los Angeles ((??) Spanglish)
Colorful rags dangling, 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