D.Willz - Politics As Usual lyrics

[Intro] You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella forever [Verse 1] You can catch me Skating 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 n***a's struggle, y'all think a n***a love to Hustle behind the wheel, trying to escape my trouble Kids stop they greeting me, I'm talking sweet to keys Cursing the very God that brought this grief to be My life is based on sacrifices, j**els like Isis And fools that think I slip, you f** around You get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy On some I-do-or-die sh**, for real The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and Just think, Winter's here, I'm trying to feel mink n***a [Hook] Politics as usual [Verse 2] I took my Frito to Tito in the district Blessed me with some VS Somethings I can live with: stop fronting And for the dough I raise, gotta get sh** appraised No disrespect to you, make sure your word is true I'm taking 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 I'm smoking bros who pump Willie, I expose The furthest you Chiles been is the Poconos My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, n***a please 10-year felon, heavy on the wrist, our face used With the diamond flooded Jesus and blind your facials For life, right, Jigga, I keep it tight n***a [Hook] [Verse 3] You feel my triumph never - feel my pain I'm lying 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 s**ing me in like a vacuum, I remember Telling my family: "I'll be back soon"; that was December '85 and Jay-Z rise 10 years later Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot Got matching VCR's, 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 k** like that Chick 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