Tom: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Em
F
Dm
As I sit an po sition myself
Am I cocky 'coz I only play
my shit and listen to myself
Am
Or am I strivin' for perfection?
Answer that
Ah, fuck it I'm cocky and I about to perfect rap,
Em
nigga
F
Dm
And I roam these streets That's
Verse 2
why my songs is deeper
than death itself
Am
I went from no food in the fridge
to a platter on my shelf and I watch it
And y'all ain't gotta give me that
but keep ya hand out my pockets
Em
F
Dm
Haters 'coz you makin' me nervous, it
Verse 3
ain't worth it
We don't want no accident
Am
when I flip on purpose
'Coz we done seen so many
tragedies done
September 11th, 2001 remember
Em
F
Dm
Like, how could I for get,
Verse 4
I lost my man pop in that shit
Help me get a grip
Am
I think, I'm losin' it do
Because between life an death,
Dm
Am
I be con fusin' the two
And sometimes, I don't give a fuck if I live or die
Verse 5
Am
But
I think if I don't give a fuck about myself who else will,
I'm stressin'
Em
F
Dm
Guess, I was raised the wrong way
Verse 6
That's why,
I walk around with the long eighth
Am
And done shed so many tears,
I have none left
Sometimes, I sat and prayed for death
Verse 7
Am
Em
I feel like it's 11: 45 a
F
Dm
quarter to 12
15 minutes to my days is over
Am
that's why it's hard to stay soba
Dm
Am
So I drink in the rain and smoke
in the sun
And create my own clouds
not to think of the pain
Em
F
Dm
Sometimes, I think I'm goin' insane I
Verse 8
get mad and shout,
God's name in vain
Am
Forgive me for my sins,
Dm
he got me laughin' again
Am
He got me back rappin' again now help
me choose my friends
Em
F
Dm
My gats the closest one to me But if
Verse 9
my gun could take the stand and tell,
Am
I'll be doin' life in jail
Like judge, he made me do it
Dm
Am
It ain't the gun, it's the nigga behind it that shoot it,
that's ruthless
Verse 10
Am
You see, alot of niggaz, don't want drag to shine
Instead they wanna see drag locked up like
my nigga Shyne
So you know what they try to do,
leave a nigga behind
they envy me
Am
Motherfuckin' niggaz held me back for 3 fucking
Verse 11
F
years
Am
And motherfuckin' niggaz left
me for dead
Hopin' that the world would forget
but you know what?
They didn't forget,
they bought me back
Verse 12
Am
And now, I'm in the greatest shape
of my life
So now, I'm on some shit like fuck, y'all
All I give a fuck about is my
niggaz and my niggaz only
I'm on some shit like
Em
F
Dm
Y'all can suck these off 'Coz
Verse 13
I don't need y'all to
F
I know, you like my word play early
Am
Like Nelly got country
grammar like 'er day
Em
F
Dm
I can go cold and still sell out shows And make
Verse 14
enough dough to get your feet
Am
choppin' not about your toes?
For comin' at me half steppin'
Dm
Am
Talkin' like gangsta shit and ain't
have no weapon, nigga
Em
F
Dm
Ah, I got the best flow, I
Verse 15
be the best in the Bronx
'Coz, I don't walk through
the swamps
Am
Strivin' through the alleys of death,
recognize my destiny in life
Even if it takes my last breath, nigga
Em
F
Dm
I walk in places where it could've been my last step
Verse 16
But God got me out of it,
Am
I love Him and I'm proud of it
Now can you feel my pain
Dm
Am
See what I see walk in my shoes
Dm
Am
Dm
and still gon' keep sane, nigga
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