Tom: G minor
Verse 1
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Uh huh, yeah
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Ayo, the Butcher coming, nigga
Verse 2
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Look, I got ten niggas with me, all
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body catchers
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That's ten straps and Air Max
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You know why we legends,
ask the streets, yeah
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They watched me stretch it,
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I put the microwave on 90 seconds
The day my brother died like
9 11, I missed
him
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He smoked a big one when he took
that backseat ride to heaven
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but I don't got a second
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This wrist got us extras,
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it's in the pot doing calisthenics
They talk tough talk,
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but they don't want no issues
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All they talk is gunplay,
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but they don't own no pistols
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Sat down at a meeting,
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Red laser on the nickel,
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turn a hater to a Hindu
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If you used to being broke,
then this paper gon' offend you
Niggas either dick ridin' or
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they paid for their credentials
Em
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I was young, the plug told me, "Just be patient,
I'ma hit you
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Shit slow, just work with me, just
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take what I can give you"
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I took that, doubled back and got greater,
I continued
'Cause my loyalty as good
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as any favor I could lend you
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You can hate, but I'm official,
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I don't break 'cause I ain't brittle
Em
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That's real G shit, if you a gangster,
Verse 3
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Em
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Dope fiends walking up the block,
Em
rubber bands and weight
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6am, but I ain't closing shop,
Em
my other plans can wait
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It's Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block,
did twenty grand a day
Em
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Cocaine jumping out the pot,
Em
rubber bands and weight
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Dope fiends walking up the block,
Em
rubber bands and weight
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6am, but I ain't closing shop,
my other plans can wait
Em
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It's Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block,
Verse 4
did twenty grand a day
Em
My background official,
I don't back down from issues
I spin back 'round and get you, pull
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my mask down and clip you
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You can go and check my record,
not a blemish on my file
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The whole Griselda bought
Rolex's and put VS's on the dial
My man calling home sick,
said he stressing over trial
I said, "You get a hundred years,
you still a legend in the town"
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We was youngsters who grew to be crooked,
they threw me in bookin'
Em
This beef shit, speak up,
I played the stoop with the tool and the bushings
First day I met your old lady,
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she threw me the pussy
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Yeah, we real niggas, hundred grand,
that's my mother fault
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I need another vault, nigga,
Em
yeah, that's hustler talk
In this game of life,
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it mean death if you come up short
Em
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My man doing a stretch for a body
that his brother caught
Em
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Cocaine jumping out the pot, so you know
Em
That my post game standing on
this block like Karl Malone, ah
Verse 5
Cocaine jumping out the pot, rubber bands and weight
Em
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Dope fiends walking up the block,
Em
rubber bands and weight
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6am, but I ain't closing shop,
my other plans can wait
Em
D#
It's Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block,
did twenty grand a day
Em
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Cocaine jumping out the pot,
Em
rubber bands and weight
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Dope fiends walking up the block,
Em
rubber bands and weight
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6am, but I ain't closing shop,
my other plans can wait
Em
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It's Tana, nigga, yeah, you know my block,
Em
did twenty grand a day
Verse 6
Em
Rubber bands and weight,
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rubber bands and weight
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My other plans can wait,
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Em
did twenty grand a day
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Rubber bands and weight, rubber bands and weight
Outro 1
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