Tom: Bb minor
Verse 1
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Yeah,
F
Am
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uh if this don't wake the streets up
I don't know what will
F
G
Griselda uh, this my life, nigga
I'm still front line
Em
I'm still front line, nigga
Verse 2
Am
Yo, I put the truth on
every page I jotted
F
I slang narcotics from the steps of my crib
Am
My mom complained about
it (For real)
I weighed my options
Persuaded by the chains
F
and watches
Only if you saved your profit
Am
You obtain them objects
(Gotta stash that)
Shoeboxes to bank deposit's
And I'm thankful, honest
'cause I'm to my city
Probably what Dre to Compton
We started off gram coppers
Rubber bands poppin' in my
Balmain pants pocket
Am
First I opened up a trap
Then I franchised it (And an
Taking chances with the niggas I
Am
Played with in sandboxes
(My day ones)
My flow street, smart, and toxic
F
Life of a vet, Griselda, write us a check
Am
We get your brand profit
(Spend that money)
They gon' label us the greatest
regardless
F
(Regardless)
We been through worse conditions so
Am
That made us the hardest,
F
G
uh
These niggas aiming like that
Em
Made us a target (Stop it)
Bag full of straps, that's like
Two hundred pages of charges, uh
Verse 3
Am
I'm riding with my fourth felony
I know niggas with bodies who talk
pleasantly
Am
(Talk pleasantly)
It's fifty in the drum,
(Add it up)
And if I'm lucky,
you catching all seventy
(Uh, brrra, doot, doot, doot,
Doot, Boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom
Boom) Catching all
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seventy
(Brrra) It's fifty in the drum
Twenty in the
F
Em
SIG (Brrra, boom, boom,
boom, boom, boom
Boom) you catching all seventy
Am
doot, doot, doot, doot)
Verse 4
Am
Look, still spit it the hardest
Ain't nothing changed
I drink a cup of pain
Am
While I fluff the 'caine
You a sucker and a lame
We ain't the fucking
A rapper mention my name
Am
I'ma bust his brain (Boom, boom)
F
Yeah, every nigga from my block a savage
Rob and poppin' ratchets,
droppin' caskets
(Griselda, nigga)
Gm
I got shot in my top but
G
C
It ain't stop the passion
Em
I just got up and got shit poppin'
Am
I kept droppin' classics (Facts)
Eight hundred for my
Versace glasses
F
Teaching my youngins how to
Break up the bricks,
Am
call it karate classes
(Ha)
Drop the top on the Aston out in Calabasas
She hopped out and it stopped
Am
the traffic
(Ha ha ha) huh, I was just at NOBU
F
Eating lobster with Jasmine
Racks and pocket diamonds in
(You see me baby)
Gm
G
Talking crazy, nigga
I know how to stop the madness
I'ma just have El Camino pop
(Brrrt) they ain't give
me shit when they
Was wrapping blocks
Now they hurting and I'm up
Am
They had to watch it happen (Ah)
Get out of pocket, nigga,
watch what happens
F
Choppers blasting (Brrrt)
Shots not stopping 'til your
Am
Top is splashing (Facts)
Griselda, we 'bout to lock this shit
F
It's funny how niggas hating
on my
Accomplishments but ain't accomplished
G
shit
(Dumb- ass niggas)
See, I'm a real nigga and
my young boys chopping shit
Am
Griselda, nigga (Grrrt)
Verse 5
Am
I'm riding with my fourth felony
I know niggas with bodies who talk
pleasantly
Am
(Talk pleasantly)
It's fifty in the drum,
twenty in the SIG
And if I'm lucky,
Am
you catching all seventy
(All seventy)
F
(Uh, brrra, doot, doot, doot,
doot, doot
Doot, Boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom
Boom) Catching all
G
seventy
(Brrra) It's fifty in the drum
Twenty in the
F
Em
SIG (Brrra, boom, boom, boom,
boom, boom
Boom) you catching all seventy
Am
doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
F
Am
Verse 6
It's fifty in the drum,
And if I'm lucky,
you catching all seventy
Am
F
G
Woo
It's fifty in the drum, twenty
Nigga, you catching all seventy
G
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