Tom: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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stay away from them niggas
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Mama told me she had a K
for them niggas
Mama told me she go to pay
for them niggas
But my grandmother told me
that she would pray for them niggas
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They just young black and ignorant lusting
Bb
over models and them Benjamins
Verse 2
(like what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos moving
packs up on McDonalds
She was looking for me,
pulled up in that old El Dorado
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I was running around with Chase,
Bb
chasing new black wheels
Am
Why would I do that still?
That's what got 2Pac killed
But I use that still 'cause
I won't do that deal
Screw the muzzle in potatoes
of that new Mac Mill
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What did I learn? Nothing,
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my papa smoking sure and bluffin'
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Beating on my moms like her head
was a percussion
Tat- tat my four five knocking
on your window
She said there would be
days like this
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Pharrell, drop the instrumental
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Verse 3
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[Chorus: x2]
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Bb
I know I must go and I
Still somehow I know I'll end up
where we all came from
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(From my mama's womb)
Verse 4
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Bb
Crack a Swisher, crack the fifther
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Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic,
he showed me how to ball
Mom's working late night,
to get a plate right
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Had some older brothers,
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all we did was smoke and play- fight
C
Wish I could go back to them days
Bb
'cause streets don't play right
other niggas was the Kid 'N' Play type
But that didn't stop me from pretending
I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip- game,
Verse 5
now nobody wanna box me
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Bb
Pick and choose, stick and move
Am
So many dudes ended up with sleeping
bags on late- night news
But not my mama's son,
going around the hood for serving customers
She yapping in my ear,
but it's louder than the muffler
Bm
I wish I would've trusted her
be digging both of my brothers up
Like, "Here hug em ma,
one last time"
Put a chain on both of them niggas,
they get one last shine
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Verse 6
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[Chorus]
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Put
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recognize a king 'cause it's my town
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Word to my mother you can
throw up your rock now
Got off the beef shit 'cause I ain't tryna
see my mama in all- black
Right there, crying over hard facts
C
Bb
Now she gotta turn in all her cars
and get her house back
Am
Never, she carried me for nine months
so she can have whatever
Clever, she taught me how to shoot
Berettas, told me that I'd be a king
C
So R.I.P. to Coretta, if you don't
understand that
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Then refer to my letter, while I sprinkle
Niggas with platinum, from my last album
Got the check,
so I signed on the X like Malcolm
Riding through the hood,
you hating niggas like, "How come?"
Bb
heard he selling talcum
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Either way, playboy, check it,
this is the outcome
You might not like it,
but my mama psychic
Why you niggas twisted like
the top of a sidekick?
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