Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
F
Am
keep on callin' me
But the bitches and the liquor
F
Am
F
G
keep on callin' me
Am
Sometimes I wonder if I'm blessed
cause I'm still here
And I wonder if heaven's any different
cause in here the blood spill
G
Am
He has got a never feeling
for his last breath
because a bitch made nigga blasted
Too many features and songs
tell me why I ain't got no home
F
Am
For the tensory prone,
G
F
cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
if my life ain't worth the living
F
G
Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz
even a hoof ain't driven
F
Am
F
Headed for prison but mama
I'm alright with that
Dm
Am
Strapped down with a shank in my tank,
F
Am
hit niggas all night with that
And it ain't no love left,
fuck all of my foes and friends
F
Am
Motherfuckers don't fuck with Ro
unless that nigga be rolling in ends
I need to wake up
instead of daydreaming
about holding a slab
Like bein' in love with a woman
F
that you could never have
With this, the feelin' punished, my plan
Am
F
Lookin' for shelter from the rain
I'm goin' against the grain
Am
F
Hey, to my niggas in Richmond,
Am
oh, y 'all can kiss my ass
F
Am
Anybody who ever said
they was down with me
can kiss my ass
I done done for motherfuckers,
F
Am
what they gon' do for me?
Am
nobody from the hood in the
crowd to root for me
Supposed to be my people,
but I think my people is the devil
Fuck my peers,
cause I'm on another level on my knees
F
Am
Screamin', Je sus, can you save me?
G
I wonder if you thought about me lately
a nigga can't sleep,
F
Am
makin' me late night creep
F
Am
Suicidal thoughts,
I think I'm ready,
plus it's fuckin' with me
F
Am
But I be missed by
Am
these fakes an d frauds
F
Am
Fiendin' for bae because she
know she got my heart
F
Even though it's torn apart,
Am
it's puffin' out nothin'
Am
And to my niggas, keep your distance,
I got slugs for you
Dm
F
Am
I shed blood for you,
G
The only nigga that never hesitated
F
And it ain't no more hollerin'
Am
Dm
out my roll dolls,
Am
Unless it's fuck you in
the front of it,
followed up by Kate
F
Am
No more hollering out my roll dials,
G
Unless it's fuck you in the front of it,
F
bottled up like cake, bitch
Am
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
F
Am
F
keep on calling me
Am
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
keep on calling me
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
F
Am
F
keep on calling me
Am
F
I wanna be a baller, please
Well, well, well, well,
F
Am
Fallin' outta control,
sittin' swole on faux paint
So wet that my clothes stick to the door
Oh no, it's Big T
Million dollar hook, nigga, come see me
On a muddy cup, man, hold up
And if ya bitch choose,
then ya shit outta luck
F
G
And she'll finally walk funny,
Am
G
lookin' big and well stuck
F
Am
When I ain't have shit,
y 'all boys talk down
Like you didn't go T
every time I came around
Now when you hit me,
I'ma put you on stall
Don't say nothin' when
you see me in the mall
I gotta get my cash out these
eight -side streets
There's a ditch of records in your boy Big T
Am
F
cause I wanna be a baller, please
G
But the bitches and the liquor
F
G
F
keep on callin' me
Am
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
keep on callin' me
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
keep on callin' me
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor
Am
I wanna be a baller, please
F
G
But the bitches and the liquor
Am
G
Am
keep on callin' me
Am
Am
Am
Am
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