CJ – “Politics”

CJ also unveils “Politics”. Watch the video, read the lyrics, stream, buy, listen, mp3 download the song produced by Pxcoyo.

Cj Politics

CJ burst onto the scene back in 2020 with his hit song “Whoopty” and since that time, fans have been clamoring for more. Of course, CJ fully embraced the drill sound that has swept its way through New York over the past couple of years. The track had some hard 808 slides and a vocal sample that was easy to remember. Now, CJ is here with a project called Loyalty Over Royalty and the intro “Politics” certainly brings forth some of those “Whoopty” vibes.

With this track, we get another 808-heavy beat all while a similar vocal sample is hanging in the background. CJ delivers solid flows and braggadocios lyrics, all while lamenting about the politics he deals with on a daily basis. It’s yet another dope effort from the young star, and you can catch it, below.

CJ – Politics (prod. Pxcoyo)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, look

[Chorus]
I said, “Fuck all the politics,” uh
There ain’t no scholarships
Me and my niggas robbin’ shit, clappin’ shit
Niggas droppin’ shit, uh
I tell ’em, “Spin back,” uh
This ain’t no diss track, look
But I got a big bag
I tell my hitters, “Go hit that,” look

[Post-Chorus]
What’s that? Gossip, uh
See him in person, they not with the problems
I need profits
All of my bitches, they dress in designer
I can’t stop it, uh
They feelin’ my bop and they know that I’m poppin’
If there’s beef
Pass me the grip and I’m bustin’ the rocket, ayy

[Verse]
SSO and that’s to my day go
She know I’m lit, fuego
I stay on the block like LEGO, uh
Fuck that, what’s that?
I’m callin’ a blitz, better rush that
Touch that, trust that
I shoot first, I don’t bust back, look
Huh, and we gettin’ busy, nigga, uh
I run the city, nigga, uh
I’m feelin’ gritty, nigga, look
Us, us, huh, never them
It’s a hundred niggas that I’m better than
Got the pack, tell ’em, “Send it in” (Gang)

[Chorus]
I said, “Fuck all the politics,” uh
There ain’t no scholarships
Me and my niggas robbin’ shit, clappin’ shit
Niggas droppin’ shit, uh
I tell ’em, “Spin back,” uh
This ain’t no diss track, look
But I got a big bag
I tell my hitters, “Go hit that,” look

[Post-Chorus]
What’s that? Gossip, uh
See him in person, they not with the problems
I need profits
All of my bitches, they dress in designer
I can’t stop it, uh
They feelin’ my bop and they know that I’m poppin’
If there’s beef
Pass me the grip and I’m bustin’ the rocket, ayy

[Outro]
And we gettin’ busy, nigga, uh
I run the city, nigga, uh
I’m feelin’ gritty, nigga, look
Us, us, huh, never them
It’s a hundred niggas that I’m better than
Got the pack, tell ’em, “Send it in,” gang
Gang
Gang

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