Tom: C major
Verse 1
F
C
Am
Help me, baby
F
C
Am
Hate the way I'm feelin',
pain killers in the cup
Pray to God, I wanna end it,
seems I don't believe in much
Verse 2
F
Nobody did nothing for me when
I'm on my knuckles
Quick to tell a nigga,
C
"fuck 'em," I come up from nothin'
Am
Bad dreams, heart cold,
sick of lookin' out
Best niggas slow to major
and they lookin' frowned
F
Goin' shoppin', buyin' belts,
C
even helped 'em out (helped 'em out)
Am
You is not real, nigga,
you dependin' if your loyalty is bought
It sold to the highest bidder
F
Block- block bitch niggas number,
never reconsider
C
I was born a god, but I finally
Couldn't mingle with the peasants,
you too good for that, you different
Smilin' in your face, they see you stumble,
they'll kick you
F
Work hard, trap by myself,
I don't kick it
Am
sick of fuckin' with you bitches
Verse 3
Am
Hate the way I'm feelin',
pain killers in the cup
Pray to God, I wanna end it, seems
Verse 4
I don't believe in much
Am
Dm
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
Am
Now I'm givin' up, suicide been contemplated,
think I really had enough
Dm
Am
I think I really had enough
C
Dm
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me,
that they told me
C
Am
Dm
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me,
Am
Dm
that they told me
Verse 5
helped 'em bond out
We play the game well,
I don't pick and choose
Am
Everyday ready for death,
nigga, win or lose
Brains blowed out,
I'm still goin' to court
F
Rest in piece gangster Reezy, I miss you,
swear to God
two weeks after we talked
Am
That other boy pussy, he lyin',
we never fought
Scared of a nigga,
the yard, he never walked
F
Caught him in the chow hall,
'round the free people
C
Locker full of shit, nigga,
I can feed people
Am
Penitentiary rich, got phones in the line
BWA, I was strong in the mind
got richer, just let it pile
C
Julio, I miss you, just hit me when
you get out
Am
Free throw, shout to Kyrie,
right on assignment, could get him now
I don't want to touch 'em, test somethin' nigga,
we swap it out
F
Bullet after bullet after
bullet after bullet
split open your chest
never seen it, I'm a skeptic
Y'all praise a bitch nigga, man,
Verse 6
I still ain't get it yet
F
Hate the way I'm feelin',
Am
Pray to God, I wanna end it, seems
Verse 7
I don't believe in much
Am
Dm
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
C
Am
C
Now I'm givin' up, suicide been contemplated,
Dm
Am
think I really had enough
C
Dm
I think I really had enough
Am
C
Dm
Wanna be lieve all the lies that they told me,
Dm
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me,
yeah, that they told me
F
Verse 8
C
That they told me
Am
Hate the way I'm feelin',
pain killers in the cup
Pray to God, I wanna end it,
seems I don't believe in much
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