Tom: C minor•
Intro 1
Cm
Am
Cm
Dm
Damn,
Verse 1
Cm
how'd I get into this scam
Fm
Ab
Rollin' a car with a trunk worth 500 grand
Cm
Fm
Cm
I came up from the curb, word
G
Fm
First slayin' rocks, now
Cm
I got a freak in the front seat.
She got crazy game,
Fm
G
might even have more than me.
Cm
F
And that's why I don't trust her.
Cm
One wrong move and I'll dust her.
But she knows that.
Keeps a gap, works much plastic,
always stays on fat.
She says she loves me.
Looks deep in my eyes,
sometimes cries all lies.
B
Cm
She only loves my cash flow long dough.
G
The false love of a pimp and a hoe.
Cm
But me and her got a job to do.
G
Get this luggage back to the crew.
D
Cm
She got a scanner,
I had to listen to the pigs talk
And if they speaking about us,
then it's jumping off
B
Cm
But I ain't sweating them at all
Two cops a roll up and two cops a fall
The lines on the highway are
making my mind drift away
Cm
Five years, four, four, five, nine
I'm never going back,
no matter what the crime
Surrendering ain't me
Fuck that, I'm holding court in the street,
G
For a nigga like me, there ain't no outs
D
A life filled with drug busts and shootouts
Cm
Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger,
pure ghetto anger
G
Cm
I'm addicted to danger,
Am
some nights I crash clubs
Cm
G
Rolling with the posse made
of well known thugs
Cm
Cool out with the freaks,
truck and much jewels
Begging for beef,
then some niggas roll up
Looking for a way to pump the reps up,
but I ain't the one
I'm handing out beat downs,
no need for guns
Sometimes I gotta ask myself
Is all this buckwildin' good
Am I suicidal?
Do I wanna die?
The answer ain't simple
A headache throbs in my temple
It says it ain't fair
It says it ain't right
It says it's goin' down tonight
We finally made it to the drop spot
King and
Weston asked
Newtie
D
Fox
Cm
F#
Cm
The posse was there but it ain't right
Ab
Cm
Fuckin' police lights
B
Cm
It's all goin' down now,
G
Cm
roadblocks I never seen that many cops, it was a setup
My whole damn crew's
gettin' wet up big time
Some muthafucka dropped a dime
F
But even in the flurry of gunshots,
Cm
B
G
D
my adrenaline was boilin' hot
Cm
I crouched down on the floor to ride,
punch the gas
Stroke that
Benz through they punk ass
Hit
Fm
Vernon doing 90, look in the rear view,
G
Am
call up the homies to see what went wrong
Cm
But no time to sweat that I still got
a trunk full of shit. I was on fat
I just need a cool place to hide dump the
Benzo slam the
G ride
Me and the freak hit a motel crash spot
D
Cm
Streets was hot rubbed me down said she
C
Cm
adored me said the gunfire made a horny
Dm
Cm
Cm
Then she pushed me back on the bed.
Lick me head to toe toe to head
Cm
Then I closed my eyes real slowly.
Is this love?
Then I felt the pain in my chest,
Am
Cm
the smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh.
Cm
I looked in her face, opened my mouth,
and then a badge came out.
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