Press - No Politics (feat. Arik) Lyrics

Take me away
Take me away from here ohh
Take me away
Take me away from here ohh
Take me away
Take me take me
Take me take me
Away away
Away away
Away
Off with ya Head
This ain't Wonderland
A hunnit grand strapped
In the rubber band
She rode me like a bus
I'm her only fan
And she yelling trust
Like a raven fan
Twenty grams
In the blunt
That's not enough
Always down to
Bet on black
Let's run it up
Giddy up
Time to hit em up
F*ck the city up
Run amok
I'm honest like
Giannis resigning
I keep it a buck
It's not luck
When your built
To go the distance
Ain't really with the bitching
Gotta problem go and fix it
If it's not about some business
Know I probably won't listen
Need more commas
In my account
Than a run on sentence
In a league of my own
I should call up Guinness
It's a record for how long
I have put up with you niggas
Cannot tell the difference
From you clowns
Chasing gimmicks
Everybody wanna mimic
Don't nobody gotta vision
For the throne
Watch ya tone
Before you get
Punched in your
F*cking mouth
You'se a hoe
You know exactly
Who I'm talking about
I'm Jerome
You better learn
How to squabble bruh
Or like Capone
I will turn you to
A massacre
It's algebra
How I calculated
And waited to
X you out
Elevated my position
Like a pitcher
On the mound
Chillen by my lonely
If you love me then
You hold me down
I will make the
Earth quake
When I'm six feet
In the ground
Low Key, good vibes
Ain't no politickin
We don't choose sides
Shorty steady talking
About a timeline
I rather mind my business
Bitch that's T.M.I
Be advise, we outside
Living life, no disguise
Chasing dreams, reaching highs
No ceilings, we fly
In the moment, we strive
No drama, too high
Living free, feeling alive
Put ya hands in the sky
I'm bout to shed the light
Nobody can shine for me
Man i did it for myself
Nobody could try for me
Man they seen it for themselves
Nobody can lie for me
Gotta bad stomach
Some shit ain't sitting right with me
You nobodies to somebody
The don dada
Won the race
But I been jogging
I'm unbothered
Get pissed on like Ben Wallace
Or little toddlers
Been too on
Been too woke for ya slumber parties
Damn
Shawty got potential
But she did it for some Bands
It's about the bigger picture
But she did it for the gram
Ain't give her no attention
Better get it from ya man
She said I'm the only one
And they are only fans
No politicking over here
Don't vote for imposters
Once you in that bitch flowing
Swear nothing can stop you
Gotta license for my mine
So I can legally pop you
So Dont try to get hostile
Real ones what's up
Low Key, good vibes
Ain't no politickin
We don't choosing sides
Shorty steady talking
About a timeline
I rather mind my business
Bitch that's T.M.I
Be advise we outside
Living life, no disguise
Chasing dreams, reaching highs
No ceilings, we fly
In the moment, we strive
No drama, too high
Living free, feeling alive
Put ya hands in the sky