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Description
The city in the rain turns into a movie set, where raindrops run down the hood, and the eternal refrain “hood politics as usual” spins in your head. Here, life is divided into quick deals, heavy glances, and those very conversations where everyone knows the price of words. Everything seems familiar - clubs, cars, the same hustle and bustle - but beneath the booming beat, fatigue breaks through, an admission that behind the outward bravado sometimes lies a lost passion.
It's funny and a little bitter: no one wants to save anyone, but it's already impossible to break away from the double glass, the race, and your own rules. In this sound, there is the glare of skyscrapers, the cold asphalt underfoot, and the eternal internal struggle between luxury and emptiness. Music is like a mirror: loud, confident, but with cracks through which you can see that even those who are “in the game” have moments of silence.
DIRECTOR/EDITING/COLOR/VISUAL EFFECTS: Miguel Sandoval
Director of Photography: Ellie Leichter
1st Assistant Director: Maddox Henry
Steadycam: Donnie Saffel
Gaffer: Nash White
Key-J: Sofia Alloggiamento
ADDTL GFX
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Pooh, you a fool for this one) yeah
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
I'm washin' the Benz in the rain, they thinkin' I'm crazy, goin' insane
I turn up a bitch for a day, she thinkin' I saved her, really I play her
See, really you've been in the way, I turn to my nigga, we eatin' the same
Hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' for major
Hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' for major
I say, hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' up a, yeah
Man, I can't leave that double cup alone, I'm keepin' it near, damn
My nigga he told me I'm startin' to get lazy, really I'm losin' the passion
Really, I'm tired of the actin', really I'm tired of these rappers
When I went off on the cars, the clothes, I can't even hide it in traffic
God blessed me, I'm blessin' the family, now the crib big as a chapel
They catch me while mom is the world, I'm fightin' these cases like Apple
They told me I needed some fruit, I'm mixin' codeine with the Snapple
Cool like a spaceship, I take it to NASA, really relaxin'
60K today on fashion, I write it off on my taxes
I like my bitches ratchet, rich, pretty, nasty
Motor yellin', scratchin' off on Twitter, you ever get behind me
Money long as Wemby-ani, pussy good, it drip Dasani
Million cash race I'm at, it's hell I ever miss a dollar
I'm washin' the Benz in the rain, they thinkin' I'm crazy, goin' insane ('sane)
I turn up a bitch for a day, she thinkin' I saved her, really I play her (boi, boi)
See, really you've been in the way, I turn to my nigga, we eatin' the same (god)
Hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' for major (let's go)
Hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' for major (boi)
I say, hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' up a, yeah
Man, I can't leave that double cup alone, I'm keepin' it near, damn
Let's go, let's go, boi, boi (don), wait
How the fuck? She got a figure eight, and I got eight figures, that's a great mixture
I get ten days of work done in one and still make it home for a late dinner at the round table
And I never kept nobody 'round me that I ain't made richer
Young Luke Skywalker, I'm goin' rogue, I live the life that you die for slow (boi)
I done seen the Eiffel Tower glow (boi, boi), I done seen niggas lose power, go ghost (boi, boi)
I done had hos on the cover of Vogue (boi, boi), I done had ulterior motives exposed
And I'm sleepin' one eye closed, I don't give a fuck if you alive or dead
Either way, nigga, I can't trust a soul and you on the right road if it's takin' its toll (swerve)
Like my women classy, ratchet, flashy, trashy, fuckin' nasty
High fashion, I'm the boss, I can't touch a ho that's tacky
Pooh, you a fool for this one, Murda on the beat, so that's what I'ma do with this one
Surrounded by dawgs, boy, don't make me sic one, niggas want prove that they win some
Now they got hate in they heart, and they sit in the cell where it stem from, I treat their neck like a kick drum
She got a body like big body Benz, so I hit every corner, I can't wait to bend some (swerve, swerve, swerve)
I'm washin' the Benz in the rain, they thinkin' I'm crazy, goin' insane ('sane)
I turn up a bitch for a day, she thinkin' I saved her, really I play her (swerve)
See, really you've been in the way, I turn to my nigga, we eatin' the same (same)
Hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' for major (let's go)
Hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' for major (boi, boi, boi)
I say hood politics, just use it well, I'm runnin' up a, yeah
Man, I can't leave that double cup alone, I'm keepin' it near, damn