Tom: F# minor•
Verse 1
D
Yeah, man, it's Mad, man,
Bm
live from the trenches, man
Happenin' with my boy
E
Durkio, man
F#m
He the soul of the streets,
man, I'm the voice of the streets, man
Bm
I'll be back out there going crazy
E
Bro was there when nobody
You know, payin' lawyer fees,
Bm
you know, sending bread, whatever, on bro
Holding a motherfucker down,
F#m
man, doing his thing for me
All you fu' ass niggas out there snaked out, man,
Bm
on some fake shit, man
E
Remember all the real niggas
D
Showed love, man, stayed down,
C#m
shout out to real niggas, man
Bm
Y'all know I'm on my OTF shit,
Verse 2
F#m
They told me don't die young
because I'm talented
Bm
You really for me, you been around
E
and you ain't asked for shit
C#m
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
Bm
I speak my soul through my music,
F#m
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
Bm
When them niggas count your pockets,
E
you gotta watch that shit
D
C#m
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
Bm
You say this brother shit fell off,
E
F#m
it did (turn up)
Verse 3
I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Rodney still
Bm
And niggas really speak
E
they mind off them Perky pills
D
They left me hanging and left me abandoned,
C#m
that shit hurt me still
Bm
We fell off and it was a shootout, and
E
I think they'll murk me still
F#m
In the studio smoking exotic,
comin' up with new bars
Bm
I tried to stop it, I tried to stop
D
Been around with my brothers,
C#m
Bm
you give me endurance, I ride with two Glocks
And I'm thinking 'bout getting insurance,
E
F#m
tryna do me like 2Pac
E
Who gon' ride with you 'til the end?
C#m
you gotta watch out for your friends
Bm
They disrespect me on the 'net, don't
E
F#m
pay it no 'ttention
Verse 4
They told me don't die young because I'm talented
Bm
You really for me, you been around
E
and you ain't asked for shit
C#m
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
Bm
I speak my soul through my music,
F#m
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
Bm
When them niggas count your pockets,
E
you gotta watch that shit
D
C#m
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
Bm
E
You say this brother shit fell off,
Verse 5
Bm
Gotta be a snake to hang around you snakes
Boona gon' be straight,
E
D
you know that's my lil' ace
If you play with my name,
C#m
the streets gon' give you a taste
Bm
Just signed my deal with Bel- Air, fuck
E
around and give you a case
F#m
Niggas low- key Chuck E. Cheese,
tryna give you a case
Bm
A lot of pussies in these streets
D
You talking like you an OG
C#m
and you can't get replaced
Bm
They wanna see your face in the casket,
E
I told 'em leave your face
F#m
And I be thinkin' about my dawg
until them Runtz gone
Bm
Until a nigga shoot that dome,
D
It's not a letter to the streets,
C#m
it's just a love song
Bm
Lost Baby D to these streets,
E
can't believe my cuz gone
Verse 6
F#m
They told me don't die young
because I'm talented
Bm
You really for me, you been around
E
and you ain't asked for shit
C#m
and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
Bm
I speak my soul through my music,
F#m
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain,
just know you would die with it
Bm
When them niggas count your pockets,
E
you gotta watch that shit
D
C#m
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
Bm
E
You say this brother shit fell off,
F#m
Bm
it did (turn up)
E
(Let's get
Verse 7
D
C#m
E
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
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