Tonart: D# minor•
Verse 1
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You know how we do, Roc- a- Fella,
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forever, You can catch me
Skating through your town
putting it down y'all relating
No waiting I'll make your block in
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frared hot I'm like Satan
Y'all feel a nigga's struggle,
y'all think a nigga love to
Hustle behind the wheel,
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trying to escape my trouble
Kids stop they greeting me,
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I'm talking sweet to keys
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Cursing the very God,
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that bought this wreath to be
My life is, based on sacrifices,
jewels like ices
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And fools that think I slip, you fuck around
You get your guys hit,
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they built me to be filthy
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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,
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I'm trying to feel made nigga
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Politics as usual, I took my
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Frito to Tito in the district,
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blessed me with some
VS somethings I can live with,
And for the dough I raise,
gotta get shit appraised
No disrespect to you,
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make sure you word is true
I'm taking wages down in
Vegas just in case Tyson
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Have a major night off,
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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
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who pump Willie Ike spokes
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The furthest you Chiles been
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is the Pocanos
My portfolio reads,
leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
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Ten year fel- eon, heavy on the wrist,
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With the diamond blooded Jesus
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and blind your face
You's for life, that's right, Jigga,
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I keep it tight nigga
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Politics as usual
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You feel my triumph never,
feel my pain I'm lyin'
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Low in the leather Zion,
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the best that's ever came
The game changes like,
my mind just ain't right
We 'gwan get this dough,
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I guess it ain't your night
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Sucking me in like a vacuum,
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I remem ber
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Telling my family I'll be back soon,
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that was December
Eighty- five and, Jay- Z rise ten years later
Got me wise still can't
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break my underworld ties
I wear black a lot,
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in the Ac', act a lot
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Got matching VCR's, a
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huge Magnavox
To nitch, green like spinach pop
wines that's vintage
It's a lot of big money in my sentence
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Hitting towards a mil', lip a,
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written I kill like that
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Chick faked me one- two cat,
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yeah, I do that
Ain't no stopping the
champagne from popping
The drawers from dropping,
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the law from watching, I hate 'em
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Politics as usual
Outro 1
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