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 ****'s struggle, y'all think a **** love to

Hustle behind the wheel, tryin' to escape my trouble

Kids stop, they're greetin' me

I'm talking sweet to keys

Cursin' the very God that brought this grief to be

My life is based on sacrifices

Jewels like Isis

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

Winter's here, I'm tryin' to feel mink, ****

Politics as usual

I took my Frito to Tito in the district

Blessed me with some VS

Somethings I can live with

Stop frontin'

And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised

No disrespect to you

Make sure your 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 the cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice

I'm smokin' bros who pump Willie, I expose

The furthest you chillies been is the Poconos

My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone

****, please

Ten-year fel-i-on

Heavy on the wrist

I faze yous

With the diamond-flooded Jesus

And blind your facials

For life

It's right

Jigga

I keep it tight, ****

Politics as usual

You feel my triumph never feel my pain

I'm lyin' low in the leathers

I am the best that's ever came

The game changes like my mind just ain't right

Rewind, get this dough, I guess it ain't your night

Suckin' me in like a vacuum

I remember tellin' my family, "I'll be back soon"

That was December

'85, 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' VCRs, a huge Magnavox

Ten inch

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 "Check, baby, one-two" cat

Yeah, I do that

Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin'

The drawers from droppin'

The law from watchin'

I hate 'em

Politics as usual