Tom: D minor
Intro 1
Dm
C
Cm
Gm
Verse 1
Dm
C
It's real with us.
Cm
Gm
Most would agree. Yeah. Yo.
you done brushed them off.
C
But yeah, what's all this shape
like a smoke, this cough?
Cm
Gm
I don't think they understand
what it took to get here
Them drum beats up against that wall,
them pissy stares
we're America's nightmare
Cm
Young black, give a fuck,
long as that paper there
Gm
Come up by myself, dozing off,
drooling on the pillow
Deep in the sleep, my hand on the pistol
Dm
I put that ass on the griddle
C
Cm
A wild finish,
ain't nothing bout me
Gm
But once my physical took his own
Caught up in his own,
was a genie stuck in that brown bottle
Dm
But boom, check it, how I got,
right up out of that
Cm
Watch the cash flow overlap, congrats
Gm
Never rest on my success,
move to the next
Know you haters got me coppin' that vest,
more or less
Dm
Gm
Yeah, ain't no survival if you're hammered,
You a dojo or a general,
nigga, player position
Gm
Hands in the air if the street
is your main addiction
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,
that's why we limpin'
Dm
Gm
Ain't no survival if you're hammered,
You a dojo or a general,
nigga, player position
Gm
Hands in the air if the street
is your main addiction
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,
that's why we limpin'
Dm
Don't get yourself caught out
in the pouring rain
Cm
You get your clothes wet,
go against the infamous team
Gm
Get drenched with that dark red stuff
on your Timbs
When it run down your face,
it feel hot on your skin
Dm
Now get up outta my face,
you steaming on my specs
Cm
Move back outta the way,
or get yourself wrecked
Gm
You see us ballin' through
with Porsches and Beamers
And that's cause we chase money
while y chase sex
Dm
Repeat it, non -stop fire, we eat this
C
Cm
Kobe in the stu dio,
Ayo, don't call my cell a crib at all
I'm not available,
you can see me on tour
or catch us at the store
Gm
Sometime I wake up sweatin',
I dream I be broke
But then I open my eyes and
see that we dope
Dm
Gm
Ain't no survival if your
hammer not spittin'
Cm
You a docho or a general,
nigga, playin' position
Gm
Hands in the air if the street
is your main addiction
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,
that's why we limpin'
Dm
Gm
Ain't no survival if you're
hammered not spittin'
Cm
You a dojo or a general nigga
Hands in the air if the street
is your main addiction
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,
C
Gm
Dm
C
Gm
Dm
C
Outro 1
You
C
Gm
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