Tom: F minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Now dig
Em
Am
You got, rich niggas right
Em
They do what they wan na do
Am
Bm
Ha, and you got
Em
Am
Broke niggas, you heard?
Em
Am
They do what they gotta do
Am
Em
Am
which one are you?
Am
Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back
Verse 2
Em
smokin' a twenty
Am
Em
E
Em
Shit is scabby, the hustlin' is so in me
Em
Am
got a style I maxed
I'm like po', back in eighty- fo',
Bm
Em
now smile at that
Em
but still right in your face
Em
but that semi- auto's right in my waist
Em
Am
hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin'
Am
Em
Lower the smoke when I see the D's
E
Em
creepin' past me
Am
Em
Duckin' the narcs, born bustin'
Love pussy with pretty lips,
Bm
when you fuck it, it fart
Em
Am
Friend or foe,
Em
freak for the rims that glow
Am
Em
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below
Em
Am
the science of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up,
Bm
Em
tryna eat
Verse 3
Em
Am
some problems
Am
Em
Am
And no one could seem to solve
Bm
Em
them (not a soul, baby)
Am
Em
Am
But you found the answer
Em
(it's all for y'all now)
Am
Em
Am
And told me to take this chance
Verse 4
Bm
Am
But it seems, y'all would rather
Em
See me hit than see my rich
Am
E
Get bagged over some bullshit
and see me snitch
Am
Em
Hopin' some AIDS ho
Am
bitch'll leave me sick like
I'm a sucker for love
with some easy dick
I did dirt through my days
Am
Even then still I made sure
E
Em
no kids got hurt
Em
Am
been knowin' since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned
Em
Am
we all had our days of barkin'
Em
You could tell niggas styles by
they ways of parkin'
Am
Why dis pute it? Dough got
Em
Am
us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's like
Bm
Em
we over- do it
Em
Am
peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff,
Am
Toast on me, smoke spray
Em
Am
our potpourri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep
Em
how it's supposed to be
Verse 5
Am
Em
Am
I had some problems
Em
(you know)
Am
Em
Am
And no one could seem to solve
Bm
Em
them (not a soul, baby)
Am
Em
Am
But you found the answer
Em
(it's all for y'all now)
Am
Em
Am
Em
And told me to take this chance (I got it locked,
Verse 6
Infinite game,
Em
get chills on the strength of my chain
Em
E
certain niggas mention my name
Em
Am
Some relate,
Em
others stay numb in the face
Am
Tryna keep steps ahead like we
Bm
Em
runnin' a race
Am
Nikes and Timbs,
Em
lady friends, like 'em slim
E
that shit that blend right wit they skin
Am
So what's the issue? All dick
Em
sucks is still official
Bm
and Phil I'm still with you
Em
Am
on the Turnpike mergin'
Em
E
Late night, right brake light
s black Excursion
Em
Am
hustle or rap I'ma keep ropin'
Bm
Too many niggas got deep
Em
Am
who else wanna express they problems?
Em
Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom
Am
Em
Am
To a false, feel a fake love or hate
Bm
Am
Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate
Verse 7
Em
Am
Em
I had some problems (you know)
Am
Em
Am
And no one could seem to solve
Em
them (not a soul, baby)
Am
Em
Am
But you found the answer
Em
Am
Em
Am
And told me to take this chance
(what y'all want from me?)
Em
Am
Yeah,
Verse 8
y'all haters better get a hustle,
E
Em
Am
man, stop fuckin' with me
Em
Am
Bm
I'm tryna live, man, nah mean?
Em
Am
I've been at the bottom,
Em
Am
I was risin', fell back down
Em
Am
Get off my back, baby
Em
Am
It's all a game, man, don't hate me,
Bm
Em
Am
hate the game
Em
Am
AZ the Visualizareturn, once again
E
Em
Am
Em
Am
Bm
Em
Love life, hate, what
Am
Em
Am
the fuck
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