Politics as Usual Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Am]You know how we do, Roc- a- Fella,
forever, You can [Em]catch me
Skating through your town
putting it down y'all relating
No waiting I'll make your block in
[Am]frared hot I'm like Satan
Y'all feel a nigga's struggle,
y'all think a nigga love to
Hustle behind the wheel,
trying to escape my [Em]trouble
Kids stop they greeting me,
I'm [Am]talking [Em]sweet to [Am]keys
[Em]Cursing the very God,
[E]that bou[Em]ght this wreath to [Am]be
My life is, based on sacrifices,
jewels like ices
And fools that think I slip, you fuck [Em]around
You get your guys hit,
they built me to [Am]be fi[Em]lthy
On some I- do- or- die shit, [Am]for real
The price of leather's got me,
deeper than ever and
Just think, with this here,
I'm trying to feel made [Em]nigga
Politics as usu[Am]al, I t[Em]ook my
Frito to Tito in the [Am]district,
[Em]blessed me with some
VS somethings I can live with,
stop [Am]fronting
And for the dough I raise,
gotta get shit appraised
No disrespect to you,
make sure you word is [Em]true
I'm taking wages down in
Vegas just in case Tyson
Have a major night [Am]off,
that's [Em]clean money, the [Am]tax write- off
You ain't seen money in your life,
when it
Comes to this cheese y'all
like Three Blind Mice
[Em]A smoking bro,
who [Am]pump [Em]Willie [Am]Ike spokes
The [E]furthest [Am]you Chile[Em]s been
[E]is [Em]the P[Am]ocanos
My portfolio reads,
leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
Ten [Em]year fel- eon, heavy on the wrist,
our face [E]used
With the [Em]diamond blooded Jesus
and blind [Am]your face
You's for life, that's right, Jigga,
I keep it [Em]tight [E]nigga
Polit[Em]ics as [Am]usual
[Em]You feel my triumph never,
feel my pain I'm lyin'
Low in the leather [Am]Zion,
[Em]the best[Am] that's ever came
The game changes like,
my mind just ain't right
We 'gwan get this dough,
I guess it ain't [Em]your night
Sucking me in like a vacu[Am]um,
[Em]I re[Am]member
[Em]Telling my family I'll be [E]back [Em]soon,
that was [Am]December
Eighty- five and, Jay- Z rise ten years later
Got me wise still can't
break my underworld [Em]ties
I wear black a lot,
in the [Am]Ac', act [Em]a lo[Am]t
[Em]Got matc[E]hing VCR's, a
[Em]huge [Am]Magnavox
To nitch, green like spinach pop
wines that's vintage
It's a lot of big money in my sentence
[Em]Hitting towards a mil', lip a,
written I kill [Am]like that
[Em]Chick faked me one- two [E]cat,
[Em]yeah, I do [Am]that
Ain't no stopping the
champagne from popping
The drawers from dropping,
the law from watching, I [Em]hate 'em
Polit[Am]ics as usual

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