Skyzoo, Dayna Watkins - The Usual Politics lyrics

We used to catch them, skating thru
The town, putting it down, knew the MO
The window was low enough for them
To throw out a signal
From watching how they made it
To Tryna find out way in
Praying for one became just as
Common as saying grace is
Imagine if you will how
Happiness gets fulfilled
From deals that get you caged and
Actions that get you killed
My life is based on sacrifices
Either these lights get
Bright enough or ima have
To break something down see what my mind do?
It built me where it kills me
In light of it's own survival
For real, ironic ain't it tho?
How shit became at home
Made us go outside until all we'd
Want is to make it home decisions decisions
And what I'm here to get is a given
But given where I'm at to
Get in position is like
The price of Louis got me, deeper than ever
And just think
Boosters is getting fewer by the day right?

I took a drawing to the jewelers from
A girl I went to school with
And asked him what it would take to
Show the world the way I'm moving he said
"give me a week and you
Won't even have to speak
They say the walls are the pinkest
When the diamonds are the bluest"
My bad, pardon me for being harsh or abrasive
I'm just explaining the drive we was
On to try to make it
Jeweler man, he knew it
I got the stories to prove it
Back when I had the 2 door
Tearing the conduit see me?
I'm taking wages wit my
Neighbors just in case
Bron have a major night off, that's new money
I blew money on bottles while standing next
To the rappers who had deals
With budgets on stand still
It really happened
My pinky ring became a star to
Them up in the stands
My joint was acting like somebody
Might cut off my hand
Not in this life, that's right
FGR, we keep it tight

You feel my triumph, never, you feel my pain
You lying tuck that away cause I am
The best you haven't heard
But all your favorites have
And that's the tug of war
You let them tell it I'm the best
Long as you close the door
Sucking me in like a vacuum
But still I'm low
My Capricorn tendencies make me frigid cold
In '99 like, me and mine like
It's whatever on this rise 'long
As this elevator's sublime
I wear black a lot, dress code back a block
And Jordan gave me these cigars
Go ahead and crack your box
Vividly (vivid-ly) my vision
Came to for the win but my
Mind got me panicking the ending
Looking for a 'mil
A Lauren London with wheels
But, I already got a phone full of those
Brooklyn know ain't no stopping the Bel
Aire Rose from popping
The more I live it the more I can't watch it
I hate it