Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
Roc- a- Fella
Verse 2
Forever
Am
Skatin' through your town puttin' it down,
y'all relatin'
No waitin' I'll make your block infrared hot,
Y'all feel a nigga's struggle,
y'all think a nigga love to
Hustle behind the wheel,
Em
tryin' to escape my trouble
Verse 3
Em
Kids stop they greetin' me,
Am
Em
Am
I'm talkin' sweet to keys
E
Em
Am
that bought this wreath to be
My life is, based on sacrifices,
jewels like ices
Em
And fools that think I slip, you fuck around
Verse 4
Em
You get your guys hit,
they built me to be filthy
On some I- do- or- die shit, for real
Am
The price of leather's got me,
deeper than ever and
Just think, with this here,
Em
I'm tryin' to feel made, nigga
Verse 5
(Pain, this pain
This pain, this pain, this pain
This pain, this pain, this pain again)
Politics as usual
This pain, this pain
This pain, this pain
This pain, this...)
Verse 6
Am
Frito to Tito in the district,
VS somethin's I can live with,
And for the dough I raise,
gotta get shit appraised
No disrespect to you,
Em
make sure you word is true
Verse 7
Em
I'm takin' wages down in
Vegas just in case Tyson
Am
Have a major night off,
Em
Am
that's clean money, the tax write- off
You ain't seen money in your life,
when it
Comes to this cheese y'all
like Three Blind Mice
Verse 8
smokin' bro,
who pump Willie Ike spokes
E
Em
The furthest you Chiles been
E
Em
Am
is the Pocanos
My portfolio reads
Leads to Don Corleone, nigga, please
Verse 9
feleon, heavy on the wrist,
Em
With the diamond blooded Jesus
You's for life, that's right
Em
Jigga, I keep it tight, nig ga
Verse 10
(This pain, this pain
This pain, this pain, this pain
This pain, this pain again)
(This pain again
This pain, this pain
This pain again
Verse 11
Em
You feel my triumph never,
feel my pain I'm lyin'
Am
Low in the leather Zion,
Em
Am
the best that's ever came
The game changes like,
my mind just ain't right
We 'gwan get this dough,
Em
I guess it ain't yo' night
Verse 12
Em
Suckin' me in like a vacuum,
Em
E
Em
Tellin' my family I'll be back soon,
85 and, Jay- Z rise ten years later
Got me wise still can't
Em
break my underworld ties
Verse 13
Em
Am
Em
I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot
Got matchin' VCR's, a huge
To nitch, green like spinach pop
wines that's vintage
It's a lot of big money in my sentence
Em
Verse 14
Hittin' towards a mil', lip a,
Am
written I kill like that
Em
E
Chick faked me one- two cat,
Em
Am
yeah, I do that
Ain't no stoppin' the
champagne from poppin'
The drawers from droppin',
Em
the law from watchin', I hate 'em
Verse 15
(Pain, this pain
This pain, this pain, this pain
This pain, this pain, this pain again)
(This pain again
This pain, this pain
This pain, this pain
This pain again)
Em
(This
Verse 16
pain, this pain
This pain, this pain, this pain
This pain, this pain again
This pain again
This pain again
Verse 17
E
Am
Ah, woo- hoo, ooh
Woo- hoo, ooh
Woo- hoo, ooh
Ah, ha
Em
Am
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ooh woo- hoo ooh
Woo- hoo, ooh
Woo- hoo, ooh
Ah, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
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