Tom: C# minor
Verse 1
I used to go into mo'fuckin', um, Bomber's
Club on Convent
With slacks and shoes
on, with the TEC- 9 on
Just - you know what I'm saying?
Just scoping out for a bit
Yeah Psych, you used to have the TEC
with the good pants?
You know, we was just hungry like that
Too tired of shooting in the air 'cause I
can't get my way and shi'
Verse 2
Am
Grandma hid that hammer in
her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu- Tang
Bb
'fore walking in the jungle
Am
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife,
hope he don't cut you
With a deuce- deuce up in his
boot in case he get in tussles
Bb
Am
(And he
Verse 3
will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang,
Bb
let it bang, let it bang
Am
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang, let it bang,
Verse 4
let it bang
Am
Lightpost workout,
how he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him
but he burnt out
He screamed, "Lazy fucker,
Bb
won't you try to get a job?"
hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
If they scream, "We got beef"
Bb
he would handle with no prob
Verse 5
liquor was his odor,
fragrance of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona,
Am
40 ounce and then some marijuana
When grandma died from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster,
put that shit on God
Verse 6
Am
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang,
Bb
let it bang, let it bang
Am
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
Verse 7
Am
Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle
Sold him dope in by the bundles
Draw down on him, his own gun though
Fuck about family,
Am
'Fore my clip go knock- knock zero
Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville
Am
young nigga move that dope
Verse 8
Am
Young nigga might get killed
Cuz ain't payin' my bills,
heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutchin' that steel
Pop a nigga more than them pills
Bb
Am
Pistol under sheet when I sleep
Body niggas like I do beats
I ain't talkin' 'bout my uncle, this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a Bentley look cheap
I'm the reason why your
Am
I'm the reason why your
Verse 9
homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Pimpin' bitches all in these
streets
Wonderin' why you rubbin' her feet
If you got high off what I sold
Bb
Am
How his teeth platinum
when he on shit row?
Big belly ballin' like I'm
still gettin' throwed
Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed
Sad that the curtain got closed
Verse 10
Leave him with a hole in his skull
Am
Let it bang, let it bang,
Asus4
Am
let it bang
Bb
Asus4
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
Am
Let it bang, let it bang,
Am
Am
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
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