Tom: Eb major•
Verse 1
Fm
These niggas got a fuckin' problem.
You know.
Rough
Eb
Fm
Eb
Riders.
Fm
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fm
I throw ham mers around like cell phones,
keep them on my belt
Eb
Fm
So if you think you're hotter than
Tune, keep it to yourself
I can hold a conversation,
you can speak to it yourself
Eb
Fm
Just know when I reach,
I ain't reaching for my own
And it ain't just for me,
I ain't just speaking for myself
Eb
But every angel go hard to
hear secrets with myself
Fm
I run around spitting flame,
extinguishing myself
Eb
And nobody gave me this vision,
Fm
I seen this shit myself
As far as rap go,
I'm just competing with myself
Eb
So some of my nights is bars,
Fm
I'm speaking to my self
Rap niggas can't fuck with me,
I'm sleepin' with myself
Eb
And I'm havin' my biggest issues,
beefin' with myself
Fm
Might do some dumb shit
to get even with myself
Eb
But look how far I got,
Cm
Fm
just be lievin' in myself
your blood in the streets
Eb
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
Fm
From the hospital room,
you go straight to your hearse
Eb
Then the pallbearers take you to church
Fm
I put your blood in the streets
Eb
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
Fm
you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room,
you go straight to your hearse
Eb
Then the pallbearers take you to church,
Fm
I pour your blood in the streets
Eb
I put your face in the dirt,
pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
Fm
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Cm
Then the pallbearers take you to church,
Fm
I pour your blood in the streets
Spits the pain on you,
Eb
I spill your blood in the gutter
Cm
Stretch your veins on the corner,
Fm
put your face on your shoulders
Lights out, game is over,
Eb
get you hit for five cent
Y 'all don't eat hot as your last bar
Eb
And they half as tough as they act,
dawg
Fm
Buried cowards in their own backyards
Eb
They ain't a motherfuckin' sang chain,
Picture me pissed, drunk
Ab
Don't go talkin' that slick shit
Cm
You faggots know exactly how
Fm
Approach us with a fuck up attitude
Cm
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped
with a trade pound
Fm
I'm where your blood is, dude
Ab
Don't go talkin' that slick shit
Cm
You faggots know exactly how
Fm
Approach us with a fuckin' bad
Ab
attitude and get banged down
Cm
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped with a trape
Gm
Fm
I pour your blood in streets
Eb
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
Fm
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Eb
Fm
Then the pallbearers take you to church
I pour your blood in the streets
Eb
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
Fm
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Eb
Fm
Then the pallbearers take you to church
I pour your blood in the streets
Ab
Don't slow talk in that slick shit,
Cm
Gm
you baggots know exactly how the angels get down
Fm
Approach us with a fuck up
Ab
attitude or get banged down
Cm
Hit you with a fifth or get
clipped with a train pound
Fm
I'm where your blood in streets
Ab
Don't slow talk in that slick shit,
Cm
Gm
you baggots know exactly how the angels get down
Fm
Approach us with a fuck up
Ab
attitude or get banged down
Cm
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped with
Fm
I'm where your blood in the streets
Eb
I put your face in the dirt,
Fm
pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Eb
Fm
Then a forbearance take you to church,
drop all your blood in the streets
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