Tom: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
hoes,
not enough niggas
Too many hoes, not enough niggas
G
Not enough niggas who really got balls
Am
All they wanna do is go to the mall
Wishin' they had money,
but they ain't got shit
Because when it's time to hustle,
they lose it
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They don't get on their grind,
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they just lean on me
Am
But I tell you what, my nigga,
you can chill over there
Cause I ain't helpin' no motherfucker
who ain't really ridin' with me
Feel me?
Feel me?
G
Dm
If you at your fuckin' house when
you should be recruitin'
Pushin' forth,
Am
leavin' you to yourself and focusin' on me
Cause niggas like me end up on the
T .O .P.
Ain't got time for no niggas cryin'
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about spendin' cash
Cause most of y 'all niggas really
wouldn't give my last two
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None of y 'all, cause y don't really grind
All y 'all do is shine
Y don't know what it takes
All you want is your break
But I put in work
I only put in work
Every day, every day, every day
I ain't looking for nobody
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When I need help, niggas get me a price
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And I pay, I pay, I pay, I pay
G
I ain't never had nobody give
me something for free
Kapone and
Kevin
Lowes
And I really got to give them legs
Cause
Dm
Sparta is doing a whole lot of work for me
And I just wanna say y 'all's my family
Thank you for helping me
Am
Nobody would, no, nobody would,
no, nobody would
Now I'm doing my thing,
Dm
Am
If you really know me,
then you know he is honest
And I tell the truth,
because I represent the truth
G
Why would I go around and
lie on you?
Am
That's the shit you do,
cause you're motherfucking devil
And you will never ever get on my level
Dm
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So cry baby, cry baby, little bitch nigga
Dm
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I'ma come through that bitch,
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might pull some triggers
Dm
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Cause too many hoes,
not enough real niggas
Am
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not enough real niggas
Am
I ain't got time for nobody but you
And if you're scared, scared,
please stay over there
Dm
I don't need no pauses,
moves, no crosses
And shut the shit down
And it's time to go to your town
Am
Dm
Lay down, shut your town,
H -Town and stay underground
Am
Cause you're not going anywhere,
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Dm
any fucking more
Am
And you can't say you did it to yourself,
bro
Talking down on
K -Prince, stealing money all the time
Thinking you are the man
cause you get a little shy
G
Man, what you doing ain't nothing new
Am
You just got a little breath
doing what you do
G
But you ain't nobody like a fuckin'
Mia
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Beast
Mia
Dm
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Beast went out and hustled
Jersey
Jersey,
Jersey
Tell me why this nigga
tryna do the fuckin'
Derby
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Man, it's so tight, it's so tight
Am
So, so tight, so, so lame
Oh my gosh,
do you think you got game?
You are lame, not the same
Not in lane, not in game
forever, forever
And I'm better, and I'm better
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Dm
And I'm tougher, and I'm meaner
Am
And I'm really off the top
of the dome
And I'm doin' my thing
Dm
F
Know the name of the beast,
Cold -blooded, cold -blooded
H -Town, lovin' it
Tell me how you fuckin' feel,
how you feel
Dm
See a nigga from the hood keepin' it,
makin'
money
In the streets,
Am
rollin' with the baddest freaks
And I still got love even though I
don't fuck with you
E
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But you need a reality check
Cause you got this shit fucked up,
now it's
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paying me I put all my money in my music
E
Dm
Music, what you do?
E
Try to fuckin' use it, use it
Am
Put ting people's bits on
other people's throats
And you out here acting like you ain't got
no dough
Dm
Pussy motherfucker can't
wait to see you in
person
But first let's get to some kind of cursing
You will forever be tragic,
no longer fucking magic
E
You will fall off, never get back up again
Dm
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Dm
And I will roll through in the things
with your friends
Am
That you used to hang with
when you had your shit right
But now, nah, you fell off, yeah
Covid came and broke your little ass off
So please stop frontin' like you
Dm
G
you don't have to fuckin' lie about it
Dm
G
Nig gas be the niggas,
things go in a way
But you gotta stop tellin' shit to get
on your way to your thing
Am
sometimes things stop working
Dm
Am
But it's not my fault,
I'm doing it for certain
And surely
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God is with me, having me
Building my skills up,
getting those deals up
Dm
Dollars, dollars, dollars, dollars,
Am
dollars, dollars, dollars
Dm
Got em holla, holla, holla, holla,
Am
Off the top, so cool, man, hoe
Act a fool, break the rules, come on girl
Give it to me, give it to me, me and
Scott
Dm
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So so fly, call me baby, call me baby
And
Dm
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I'ma come through and hit you off,
Give it to me, a good man that you get
Might be out there in
February
When I come to your town,
better show me around
Dm
And after the club, yeah,
Am
we can go down, down, down
Hell yeah, bad bitch like you
We don't come through,
E
and that's a fuckin' clue
Am
And if you need a beat or want a record
Am
E
don't be so paranoid
Dm
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and you think I'm wild
Am
But girl, don't you know,
you gotta love my style
You just like fuckin' me,
So hit me up, and you want me complete
Huh, too many hoes, yeah, I don't know
Am
Real niggas, too many hoes
F
Am
Not enough, no real niggas
Dm
F
Can't fuck with ya, but I can't hit ya
Am
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then you want me to get mid ya
Am
Yeah, ballin', ballin', ballin',
ballin', ballin'
Growin', growin', growin',
All the time, on the grind
Money right, money right,
Dm
money right, money right
Game through, blow you off
Dm
Like a snake in a night
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