politics as usual

you know how we do

roc-a-fella. forever. you can catch me

skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin

no waitin i'll make your block infrared hot i'm like satan

y'all feel a nigga's struggle

y'all think a nigga love to

hustle behind the wheel

tryin to escape my trouble

kids stop they greetin me

i'm talkin sweet to keys

cursin the very god

that bought this wreath to be

my life is

based on sacrifices

jewels like ices

and fools that think i slip

you fuck around

you get your guys hit

they built me to be filthy

on some i-do-or-die shit

for real

the price of leather's got me

deeper than ever and

just think

with this here

i'm tryin to feel made nig-ga

politics as us-ual. i took my

frito to tito in the district

blessed me with some

vs somethins i can live with

stop frontin

and for the dough i raise

gotta get shit appraised

no disrespect to you

make sure you word is true

i'm takin wages down in vegas just in case tyson

have a major night off

that's clean money

the tax write-off

you ain't seen money in your life

when it

comes to this cheese y'all like three blind mice

a smokin bro

who pump willie ike spokes

the furthest you chiles been is the pocanos

my portfolio reads: leads to don corleone

nigga please

ten year feleon

heavy on the wrist

our face used

with the diamond blooded jesus and blind your face

youse for life. sharight

jigga

i keep it tight nig-ga

politics as us-ual. you feel my triumph never

feel my pain i'm lyin

low in the leather zion

the best that's ever came

the game changes like

my mind just ain't right

we 'gwan get this dough

i guess it ain't your night

suckin me in like a vacumn

i remember

tellin my family i'll be back soon

that was december

eighty-five and

jay-z rise ten years later

got me wise still can't break my underworld ties

i wear black a lot

in the ac'

act a lot

got matchin vcr's

a huge magnavox

to nitch

green like spinach pop wines that's vintage

it's a lot of big money in my sentence

hittin towards a mil'

lip a

written i kill like that

chick faked me one-two cat

yeah

i do dat

ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin

the drawers from droppin

the law from watchin

i hate em

politics as us-ual