Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
C
(Dmac on the fucking
G
F
Am
C
G
F
(Tahj Money)
Verse 2
s" and "R.I.P's"
G
In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
G
F
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
Am
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
C
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
G
I been fooled by liars and thieves
F
Iced out my Rollie but I know
time cannot freeze
Verse 3
Am
Once you give my pussy up,
it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause
C
that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag,
G
now I act like I don't know the bitch
F
Before I knew what platinum was,
was tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he 'bout
Am
it, then put him on the list
C
You better pick out a casket,
'cause they goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears
G
sheddin' when they post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit,
F
I heard he died on a lick
Am
My whole squad's goin', bitch,
we don't do no assist
C
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane,
he ain't know his niche
G
Might catch him at the red light,
tryna load his blick
F
Everyday a gamble with your life,
all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're
Am
down to see the coldest shit
Verse 4
C
I'm so sick of, "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
G
In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
G
F
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
Am
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
C
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
G
I been fooled by liars and thieves
F
Iced out my Rollie but I know
time cannot freeze
Verse 5
Am
Switches on them glizzys, get
to blowin' like it's four of me
that the streets won't get no more of me
from that obituary poetry
F
See they peep I'm ballin' now,
just go back to ignorin' me
Am
Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast
when they recordin' me
C
Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on
'em, but they forcin' me
then that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
loadin' up them sticks in the van
Am
You know it's fuck the other side
'cause my niggas gone
C
Always been fuck the other side,
we don't get along
G
If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye,
let's get it on
F
Aim for the head, that chopper spray,
we get 'em gone
Am
Independent, her hair down,
and she feelin' grown
she filled with silicone
G
And she ain't all innocent,
she did a nigga wrong
F
I got a playlist for your heart,
Verse 6
C
I'm so sick of, "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
G
In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
G
F
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
Am
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
C
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
G
I been fooled by liars and thieves
F
Iced out my Rollie but I know time
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Am
C
G
F
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