Artist: RJ
Album:  OMMIO II (Mixtape)
Song:   RJ For Mayor
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Now I can see that niggas ain't really feeling this spot I'm in
I can see that RJ
But you know what, I ain't tripping

Keep a couple hundred dollars in your archive
Black boy white keys no apartheid
I used to sell them sacks at my part time
Moving while I'm rolling through
The forty like a dark side
It ain't what you say in LA
If you've got it you showing off
I ride for whats real, I did my time in the field
So you know who to call
They want my mind under scopes but I lost that
Drop a 0, lost 12 had to call back
Cooking's far from the smell, call contact
I linked the rights to all my sales in a contract
They want a nigga fall off like December
But I can smoke the second O without a swisher
Ain't no room for a sometimes nigga
I hope you catching every punch line nigga
Lil nigga

I been out here too long shit changed on me
Been a long time since a nigga banged on me
I still wake up in them sweats with the thing on me
Fully automatic
Hard to manage cause the system want me dead
I can see that, I can see that
But if you're looking for the mayor I can be that, can be that
I'mma be that

I'm ten toes in this joint folds
They poke they nose in my business like they snorting dope
Creeping on me
I'mma sleep em like some norcos
Tryna sneak my niggas in before the doors close
Open up your eyes and get some Benz keys
Put your feelings to the side, it is the men's league
The power lines color blind once the ends meet
So sales got slow had to cook up blow
What a nigga don't know that's a gold mine
His momma sent him to the store during war time
But once he step up out the door it is the frontline
When niggas souls to console mine, but who am I?
MRLA rappers Tailgating (RJ)
Courtside halftime dodging shell casings
Hundred twenty five thousand for the bell
Ten percent of that is twelve racks
I'm in a holding cell waiting
Oh, PD crooked in the sheriff race
It don't matter nigga
Black cops too, they got deep hate
And the damn judge tryna be in Congress soon
That's why the DA runs the whole court room
Ooh, you just woke up, you late
I work like I play
I cook up a souffle
With a gun on my waist keep a A for my face
I ain't offer nothing nigga blade
I need red on my strings
I need blue in my bank
Brand new shoes for my babe
F*ck you and your face
Here in your tricky situation
And the 77 police station
Street motivation
(Motivation, motivation)