Tom: C# minor
Intro 1
C#m
G#
C#m
G#
Verse 1
C#m
It's been a long time,
sorry we kept you
But it was a whole lot of bullshit we had to
Get through, lost two with the
realest niggas that I knew
But now we back bitch, one for cover,
F#
C#m
It's not even a threat, man,
y pussy like cold text
Nigga, I bomb first, then I let you go next
It's hopeless, for so many days,
in so many ways
We've been the coldest,
gotta get this paid
G#
By the end of the day,
C#m
and I'm lettin' you know this, man
We be the troublesome,
Machiavelli trained soldiers
Gotta keep this shit bubblin', hell naw,
it ain't no lookin' man
Shit, I see you in them videos
But it's easy to be tough when you
F#
around your homies, I know
C#m
All you wanted to do was
make it happen, rappin'
But you don't become a real nigga
just because you platinum
Look, I think these niggas
got their game fucked up
If they don't believe us, young
G#
G's like, we ain't gon' bust
Shut the fuck up and listen to me
Unless, start the shit that
they ain't ready to see
We so trapped in the ghetto
and we can't break free
All we know is fuckin' hoes
C#m
Man, it's critical,
political plans, so we fail
Teach us to eat on these streets,
and then they throw us in jail
I was born into a storm,
it tore right through my heart
I was warned it was on when
F#
C#m
My family tree got broached and branches
got the world on my shoulder
Small shit to a giant,
ain't nothin' new to a soldier
I'm out of breath, a little laugh,
I think I smoke too much
Ain't it ironic how I find that I'm
F#
C#m
I'm of the fuck I'm doin'
is in my fuckin' mind
They got me stressin', ain't no plan,
don't get out of line
You get the message, many soldiers done died,
so we livin' it up
Too many mommas done cried,
C#m
What the fuck, boy, I gotta feel like
I gotta do it, dang today
I might get killed tonight, it's a hell feeling
But
God willing, I'm still living
To you is the blessings I was given,
G#
F#
C#m
I was given, I was given
Another day,
another way for me to start trouble
Try to fuck some bitches today,
try to make my money double
You keep on pushing in the wrong way,
and watch what happen
You keep on running like it's nothing,
G#
F#
I'ma get the gun clapping
C#m
Society lied to me like they did
Gaddafi
They even killed my brother,
this world is cold like hockey
The wrong songs that you play
could get you torn, homie
G#
Listen to that bad boy shit,
might get you burned, homie
C#m
They block up front,
they shoot dice, oh god
You might see 20 niggas
on the corner yelling
We got jumbos
Fuck all these crackheads,
they grew to act like they love the nigga
Run up in hunger nigga,
F#
and yell out you my nigga
C#m
Fuck em, we need to smack em
for having that word in they mouth
I'm ready to start the revolution,
we're really deep down south
Man, come on
I'm sitting thinking I can't
be broke forever
So I'm out late night,
trying to ride for cheddar
G#
F#
C#m
I know that's how a lot of niggas
lose they life on the streets
And I'll probably never change
till I'm resting in peace
Nice shirt, clean breeze,
you wouldn't think I'm a thug
But if you come across the line,
G#
I put that ass in the mud
I love
C#m
Bud in the club, got a nigga on lean
Hoes jockin', some knockin',
but it don't mean a thing
Got these hoes blind glowin',
nigga in the zone
Hilltop nigga,
ACP got
G#
F#
C#m
Sometimes I feel like I'm
losin' my fuckin' mind
They got me stressin', ain't no plan,
don't get out of line
You get the message, many soldiers done died,
ain't no givin' it up
Too many mommas done cried,
F#
C#m
What the fuck,
why I gotta feel like I gotta do everything today
I might get killed tonight, it's a ill feeling
But go all in, I'm still livin'
G#
To you, the blessing I was given,
F#
C#m
I was given, was given
Chicks and whips, blicks and bricks
They had me really believin'
that I really wasn't shit
Lovin' to flip,
a nigga can't remind you how ugly it get
But he's ridiculous,
F#
C#m
Clutch your fist, fuckin' less box to this
He ain't goin' mothafucka, we got
Pac in us
You're lucky I ain't goin' glock,
yeah, cause
Pac woulda popped ya
G#
Held his gun to that ass, nigga,
who's the chump on the block,
Duke, y 'all lettin' him block too?
Y 'all niggas critical, off with your testicles,
we takin' your balls
And I ain't talkin' bout the government,
F#
C#m
Y 'all frauds,
so we bout to start breakin' y 'all jaws
Takin' y 'all broads, bitch,
you'll be gettin' tossed
To the outlaws, bitch, ridin' like a horse
If this rhyme won't work,
G#
the right cross'll knock your
F#
C#m
Sometimes I feel like I'm
losin' my fuckin' mind
It got me stressin', ain't no playin',
don't get out of line
You get the message,
man, these soldiers done died
Too many mommas done cried,
F#
C#m
What the fuck, boy, I gotta feel like
I gotta do everything today
I might get killed tonight, it's a ill feeling
But
God willing, I'm still livin'
G#
To you's a blessing, I was givin',
F#
I was givin', I was givin'
C#m
I was givin', I was givin',
C#m
I was givin', I was givin', I was
You
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