Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
G
C
Dm
F
This
G
Grinding for the ones that I love
C
Dm
Fuelled by the passion and pain And all the
Verse 2
F
bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
Am
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
F
C
Dm
I do it for the ones like me
F
And all people who are just like you
No matter what they say about me
I'mma do whatever I gotta do
Verse 3
the come up
G
C
Dm
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
F
The gutta, where niggas run up
and they get done up
And mama tryna make a dollar for
son and daughter
Where them times are even
Am
harder without a father
C
Want a job but never bother
Dm
All about them commas,
F
bigger diamonds and high designer
With all the finest women, goddess
With perfect bodies that we admire
This is the come up where niggas
do whatever for money
Am
They'll murk a nigga now and got
Dm
F
Probably snitch on homeboys and take
a flight out of country
It's fucked up,
the motive is to get out the hood
Get your mama new crib,
G
When that money is pouring and
C
Dm
them jewels is shining
F
And them cars are foreigns, them haters
praying it storm
It's no love, it ain't a place for the weak
Am
Only strong survive, only hustlers ride
Verse 4
C
Fuelled by the passion and pain
F
And all the bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
Am
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
G
C
I do it for the ones like me
Dm
F
And all people who are just like you
No matter what they say about me
Am
I'mma do whatever I gotta do
C
Dm
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up And
Verse 5
F
dreams are never seen,
'cause they don't believe in it.
And it seems you can achieve by any
means go and get it
Anything you vision and
You can live it just bare the witness
C
Dm
F
They said i wouldn't and i did it
What God intended
From being labelled as a menace,
to counting millions
My daughter smiling every minute,
Am
C
I'm in attendance oh lord
Am
Bb#m
I got my deal in the field,
Dm
F
Feeling like that dough boy
who hit a lick for a mill
Riding round with that work
Know them weapons concealed
If them feds ever catch 'em
Am
He'll do 200 hundred years
for that dope
C
Dm
And I know money come money go
All the hate that it brings many lost
some gave never changed
Not me, gotta survive everyday
C
Know every morning I wake
G
C
Fuelled by the passion and pain And all the
Verse 6
F
bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
Am
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
G
C
I do it for the ones like me
Dm
F
And all people who are just like you
No matter what they say about me
Am
I'mma do whatever I gotta do
C
Dm
This is the come up
Verse 7
F
So, don't you
C
Keep your head above the clouds
F
And your eyes on the prize
Don't you dare give up?
G
C
Fuelled by the passion and pain And all the
Verse 8
F
bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
Am
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
F
C
I do it for the ones like me
Dm
F
And all people who are just like you
No matter what they say about me
I'mma do whatever I gotta do
Verse 9
C
Dm
the come up
it out the struggle
Don't you worried now,
Am
C
no now, yeah
Dm
F
My brothers and my sisters, mama too
This is the come up
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