Tom: D minor
Verse 1
Gm
Dm
They
Gm
Bb
Dm
say I got ta get up out these streets ASAP,
Dm
A
I done been around murderers an
d burglars and all that shit
Gm
But they ain't rich as this
Dm
And all the killers and drug dealers I know
been tryna beat the streets forever
Gm
But they ain't did it yet
Dm
'Cause ain't nobody de
feat the street life
Dm
Gm
and get away with it
Bb
You and your dawg on the block
F
You get locked and he don't pay a visit
Gm
Bb
He got sentenced, came home,
Then went again 'cause
And the judge gave Midget a
He wanna come home,
but he ain't finished yet
Gm
Doin' the wrong things with my
Dm
power that God gave me
A
Gm
God gave me power, I used it for Satan
Instead of spreadin' love,
Dm
F
Instead of liftin' my niggas,
I tell 'em, "Kill people"
Gm
He gon' lie with his heat, he
Bb
A
don't need the keys
He'll be fine in these streets,
Bb
He gon' die in these streets,
it ain't no in- between
Dm
He gon' die in these streets 'cause he
Gotta get up out these streets,
Dm
A
they say that karma real
Gotta get up out these streets
before they kill Bill
Gm
He feel like if he ran these streets,
Bb
then he could run the world
Dm
F
He losin' feelings for his children
Dm
Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem
Gm
'cause he love the streets
Bb
Dm
He losin' feelings for his family 'nem,
his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef
Gm
Ain't nobody beat the street life,
Bb
A
and I already got my street stripes
So I'ma get up out this darkness
Gm
before my past haunt me
I'm twenty- one,
Bb
I been here before like a thousand times
Dm
I'ma make this song cry,
I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Gm
Pain, they take me in vain,
Bb
A
they entertained by it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie
Gm
and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it
Bb
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch,
I'm on that gang violence
Dm
Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like
F
Gm
I'm chained by it
Gotta switch up all this shit
A
And catch me down bad like
They know I'm thuggin' to the tee
Bb
Dm
like my name Grizzley
I'm on the ugly when I'm free,
I'm in them same trenches
Gm
When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets,
I'm in them same trenches
I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin'
Gm
Bb
My house bigger than his mama crib,
but I be still in it
Dm
My nigga been gone for five years,
Gm
Bb
I'm sippin' lean and poppin' pills,
you think I got the remedy
A
At least if I got killed in the field,
Gm
it wouldn't be for anything
'Cause that's where all
Dm
So that's where all these millions came
Life gave me lemons,
Gm
but I ain't know how to make no lemonade
I made grenadine,
Bb
run around on heavy beans
A
I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas,
they wanna intervene
Gm
I took my mama through a bunch,
Dm
F
I heard the good die young, so I gotta live long
Outro 1
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Bb
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Bb
A
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Bb
Dm
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Dm
A
Gm
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