Tom: A minor
Verse 1
Am
G
Am
G
feat. Cl'Che, Den Den
[Z- Ro]
Dm
G
Am
G
I thought I had a lot of
Am
partnas, but I've only got some
G
Am
Since I can't depend on my
niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun
Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing
G
Dm
on the past
G
16 years old trying to get into Boomerang,
Am
G
Am
G
Am
smelling all our lil cash
Now it's like we never knew eachother,
G
motherfuckers act strange
Am
It's like they got intentions,
on putting bullets up in my brain
Why they can't look me
F
Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama
ain't gotta to cry no mo'
Am
I done seen my nigga get rich,
F
leave the hood, make a lot of rich friends
Am
G
But try to come back to the
Am
po' partnas, when all the richness end
Tell him to come watch me perform,
but they don't go, and if I'm
Stranded and I need a ride, they say they
coming but they don't show
G
Picture me walking down the
F
feeter, everybody masking me up
G
Oh good it's that nigga from the hood, chunking
F
Am
a deuce passing me up
Dm
That's alright though,
Am
I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking
When I get I want no nobody,
but a Benjamin Franklin cause uh
Verse 2
Ain't no love,
cause money is all we adore
G
Am
G
Friends just ain't friends no more
F
I don't need you motherfucker
Verse 3
G
Am
of these hoes say they your friend,
but they really ain't down
Cause when you broke and got no ends, them
same hoes don't come round
The main hoes that talk down,
G
most friends turn to foes
F
That's just the way it go down,
G
that's why I stay blowing pounds
Am
F
Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same,
help maintain
Dm
Am
stay free from the bullshit people bring
Cause the world is full of evil mayn
That's why I stay one deep,
G
fuck these niggaz and these hoes
F
Am
I be solo on my creep, no one in the
passenger seat
Verse 4
F
[Den Den] First he's riding
high, now
he busting Mack 10's
Am
G
Watch you go from homie to foe, then
Am
try to come back again
There ain't no returning with the fuck shit,
G
that's why I murder with one click
F
These fake ass G's I'm done with,
Am
selling my shit for one sill
F
Am
Dm
But claiming you down to the ground bitch,
Am
bitch you ain't down with
Just another fake friend,
G
F
trying to chop the Benz
Am
F
Helping to plead my ends,
looking for a win
G
Am
trying to sneak back in
Verse 5
[Hook - 2x] [Z- Ro]
Am
Remember back in '97, we was living it up
G
F
If they had it and we wanted it,
Am
F
they was giving it up
Am
Through it wrong together, I think we
wrote our first song together
Am
we smoked our first zone together
Look at you now oh you a rich nigga,
thinking that you running thangs
G
But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth,
F
cause you's a bitch nigga
Am
Going against the grain,
F
cause you done made a lil change
Dm
Am
G
Am
But I can't flip the script want to get rich,
I gotta remain the same
I had visions of us balling together,
G
pulling up at the Past at New Orleans
F
Am
Together, everyday all day shot calling together,
F
but now I'm only rolling solo
Dm
Am
Dm
Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I
Am
Dm
don't fuck with em no mo'
Am
G
F
Am
F
Cause everybody want me to do,
Dm
what they want me to do
Am
G
Am
And they want me to do it,
but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid
Dm
Am
G
F
Am
But you know what you can do for me,
F
Dm
give me a whole lot of leave me alone
Am
Dm
Cause the only partna I got left,
Am
got 17 partnas of his own and uh
[Hook - 2x]
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