Tom: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
E
F#sus4
F#
B
F#
(Hahaha,
Nick, you're stupid)
G#m
We was taught to fight no matter what,
it ain't no givin' up
B
E
Never really know when it's your time,
you gotta live it up
B
F#
Standin' on that corner like a rush
and we can't get enough
B
War zone, I'm on my way to school,
G#m
Prayed to the Lord for better days,
feel like he skippin' us
B
E
You gon' either die or see the system,
ain't no slippin' up
F#
In these streets they'll take your life
and they don't give a fuck
B
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just
F#
been tryna run my digits up
Verse 2
G#m
Lost touch with God,
I'm so happy that I found you
E
Money only change the ones
around you
B
F#
Nonbelievers listened to your dreams
D#m
and they clowned you
F#
B
All the same niggas showin' love,
G#m
Feel out of place when that fake
B
E
Bitch, I run my city,
D#m
E
they know who to give the crown to
F#
My dogs on go and ain't shit
to bring them hounds through
We don't give a fuck,
we shed blood on that ground too
G#m
And when you fight for your life,
B
E
In the hood watchin' my big homies
pushin' pounds too
F#
Used to daydream and shinin' in
the hood with these bands
Tryna leave these hard times,
run through millies with my friend
G#m
But my homies died young
and that wasn't part of the plan
wish that I could reach and touch your hand
F#
I don't wanna be awake,
that's why I keep poppin' these Xans
B
My girl heart became a weakness,
F#
I did everything I can
Verse 3
G#m
We was taught to fight no matter what,
it ain't no givin' up
F#
E
Never really know when it's your time,
you gotta live it up
F#
Standin' on that corner like a rush
and we can't get enough
B
War zone, I'm on my way to school,
G#m
Prayed to the Lord for better days,
feel like he skippin' us
B
E
You gon' either die or see the system,
ain't no slippin' up
F#
In these streets they'll take your life
and they don't give a fuck
B
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just
F#
been tryna run my digits up
Verse 4
G#m
All my shorties know it's spark,
load that .40 up and spray it
Tweak with the squad and we start
E
clappin' like a standin' ovation
F#
feelin' like I'm gettin' close to Satan
F#
give it your heart and she gon' break it
G#m
Just wanted to be rich,
F#
was out there hustlin' with frustration
so I got tired of bein' patient
F#
If your mind stuck on the finer things
then you supposed to chase it
B
Ridin' in that brand new Beamer
G#m
Fake niggas show support,
but deep inside I know they hate it
E
Fuck the industry, it's all cap,
F#
E
this shit overrated
B
F#
Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til
it ain't no more debatin'
Prodigy, a young king that's why
my momma cultivated
G#m
In that cell, public defender tried
E
Now I step out on that stage and see
a thousand different faces
Thinkin' 'bout my life,
F#
I probably would have died if I ain't make it
B
R.I.P. TimTim, I remember
Verse 5
G#m
We was taught to fight no matter what,
it ain't no givin' up
F#
E
Never really know when it's your time,
B
F#
Standin' on that corner like a rush
and we can't get enough
B
War zone, I'm on my way to school,
G#m
Prayed to the Lord for better days,
feel like he skippin' us
B
E
You gon' either die or see the system,
ain't no slippin' up
F#
In these streets they'll take your life
and they don't give a fuck
B
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna
Outro 1
G#m
E
F#
B
F#
G#m
E
F#
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