Tom: A minor
Intro 1
Am
Dm
This I'm I'm going to try to a
Verse 1
Am
a
F
Em
Am
Dm
Am
F
Em
Am
Dm
Am
I ain't new in the hood,
I grew in the hood
F
So I'm cool with the hood,
Em
and I ain't through with the hood
Am
My aunt looks so sweet
like the tats on your
Dm
Pants dirty like heroin
tracks in your arms
Am
I'm a product of two cities,
let me explain it
F
You can hang from a palm tree
Am
That's California muscle,
Detroit hustle
Dm
We're just shootin' broad day light
without no muzzles
Am
Units on patrol, birds in the sky
Em
we're still gonna ride
Am
Keep my ears open to the
blocks of the city
Dm
There's too many snakes out
there itchin' to get me
but I don't see it happen
F
Cause the only time to murder
Em
anything's when they're wrappin' me
Am
I got a whole shit load of time
in the game
Through all the drama,
Dm
hitting stages with the best in the game
Am
Do it for Amor, Nati Neto and fame
Dm
F
Two feet on the ground
Em
and I ain't never gonna change it
Am
My nuts come in a mile,
like this girl on my couch
Dm
Aiden don't pay no bills
so it's cold in your house
Am
All the time we spend talking,
we need to be fighting
Dm
On the reals, homie, homie,
Em
please slide up off me
Am
The spit is solid, private pay your homage
Dm
The sales ain't poppin'
cause your creds is garbage
Am
I drive the cars, man,
Dm
that you ain't drivin'
All them sluts in your videos
are already pipin'
Am
Cheese man, bronc eyes,
you fools need to quit it
F
Cause my guns gettin' mad,
Em
and he wants to hit it
Am
You don't want me at your con,
throwin' daddy for reals
doin' damage for reals
Am
Big homie, this is real Mexicano music
Dm
F
Em
Don't nobody do it, it's like I do it
Am
Streets know for sure where's
that I'ma bring it
Dm
All that fake bullshit, papa, I don't sing it
Am
I make more vidas, youfus watchin'
F
Em
No record deal, that's why youfus talkin'
Am
For me, I've got a whole shitload
of time in the game
Through all the drama,
with the best in the game
Am
Do it for Amor, Nathie, Nero, and fame
Dm
F
Two feet on the ground,
Em
and I ain't never gonna change
like this girl on my couch
Dm
Hate me, don't pay no bills,
so it's cold in your house
Am
All the time we spend talkin',
we need to be fightin'
Dm
On the reals, homie, homie,
Em
please slide up off me
Am
Dm
Slide off, or I'ma ride on you, homie
Jumpin' out the car,
put some nines on your homie
Am
Usually I'm laid back,
drink beer where the shades at
Em
and push your whole face back
Am
I'm on that new shit, this heroin music
Dm
That real raw shit for my
hint of the clues with
Am
Dm
All my opposers can fall off or pile down
F
Em
Or I'ma have to bitch -slap em around
Am
They say, don't know why they
talkin' down on me though
Dm
Am
If this war let me know I'm listo
Dm
F
I could send you to Jesucristo
Em
But I really wanna take it there
Am
So it's a fall off and get above me
Dm
Am
Cause I can get it on and pop it
F
I have your whole compo droppin'
Em
Am
That's a lot of off for me
Dm
I got a whole shit load of time in the game
Am
Dm
Do all the drama,
hit the stages
with the best in the game
Am
Dm
Do it for Amor, Natinero and fame
Dm
Em
and I ain't never gonna change
like the squirrel on my couch
Dm
Ain't no dope, ain't no bills,
so it's cold in your house
Am
All the time we spend talkin',
we need to be fightin'
Dm
I'm the realest homie, homie,
Em
Am
please slide up off me
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