Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Okay
A
Dm
Queen, I apologize from
Gm
the bot tom of my heart
Dm
Gm
Dear sisters, apologize for all the disses
F
A
Dm
All the times I called you bitches,
an act that's so distant
Gm
A nigga so relentless,
Dm
Your heart's so vicious
Dm
You know I'm just a rider, see
Gm
When a man is on his own,
he's in his comfort zone
Dm
A
Dm
Nev er know what's on his dome
till his conscience gone
Dead
Sea
Scrolls, like
A
Dm
Prince holding on to a vault full of songs
Gm
Uh, I can't let that go
Payback,
F
James
Dm
Am
Brown, gotta get back, bro
A
Dm
For sure life's too short,
A
Gotta bless all my kids so I'll
Dm
laugh at them for dead
Gm
s kidnapped me for the bread
A
Modern day slavery, entrapped me,
Now I'm in
Gm
CDC, my family members hate a
G
C
A
Dm
Blatantly, swept a nigga un der the rug
Am
Threw me under the bus,
Gm
dragged me straight through the mud
Dm
Own bloods, this lanes,
A
but I'm a grown man first
Dm
Gm
Gives a fuck how hard you are,
this shit hurt
Dm
I lay my life on the line
Am
A
I ain't got time for church,
Gm
they preachin' peace to the blind
While my people's out here dyin',
A
Dm
niggas closin' they eye s
A
Dm
Gm
Like they ain't gettin' slaughtered next,
we all in the line
Look at
Cosby,
Michael
Prince
Kanye,
Am
Dr.
Jamie was next
Dm
F
Wake your game up , nigga
Dm
I wake up every day and say,
Gm
can I wake my game up?
Dm
most of em I gained from
Gm
I wanna see my seed grow old
and my gang up
A
Some people look in the mirror
Am
and they wanna change stuff
Dm
A
Gm
Some people look at they own kind
and wanna kill em
Dm
A
Nothin' is accidental,
Dm
knew this since I was little
Tellin' stories verbatim,
Gm
shit that I couldn't make up
F
A
Can't hit the snooze button,
F
Am
Dm
homie, wake yo game up
Gm
Y 'all don't know me, you knew me, bro,
A
off tequila, drivin' home
Dm
Drunk from the studio,
Am
Gm
I been spared so many times by
God's grace
Said I'd never do that shit again,
Am
A
but a hard day
Dm
Mixed with hard liquor an
It's fucked off that I'm still
A
Dm
stuck in this con tract
Gm
the big hit was just damn stuck in a box
Now we got connects in
A
TV and film comin' to chop
Gm
Chateau, private jets to
Arizona
A
Dm
Touchdown for 72 hours,
I've been some coners
Gm
cause the small victories add up
A
Am
Had years of bad luck,
Dm
A
the walls was tagged up
Dm
Gm
My area had us, with a hunger for more
Like
Lloyd
Banks' album,
A
Dm
hard times I had to deal with
Am
A
Homie, I can't count em,
Gm
in stead of countin' me out
Dm
A
You gotta count me in,
Dm
cause I'm really takin' it to the max like the value men's
Gm
I'm duckin' industry ops,
F
pops had to duck the cops
A
Dm
Hidin' cash in the air ducts
after he scrubbed the pot
Gm
I was mak in' beat after
beat for ten seasons
A
Devil couldn't get me a selfie,
Gm
Give me a soulful instrumental,
A
Dm
Till it turn red like
G's from
Pasadena
Gm
Too many years, niggas slept,
A
so I'm makin' plays on the phone
Am
Before I get up out the bed
A
Dm
Wake up every day and say,
Gm
how can I wake my game up?
Dm
most of em I gained from
Am
Dm
Gm
I wanna see my seed grow
old and my gang up
A
Some people look in the mirror
and they wanna
Dm
Some people look at they
kill em
Dm
A
Nothin' is accidental,
little
Am
Tellin' stories verbatim,
make up
Can't hit the snooze button,
Dm
Gm
A
Dm
Game up
Gm
Am
Dm
Gm
Dm
A
Dm
Gm
Am
A
Dm
I mean, nigga like me,
least mistaken lobster type nigga, you hear me?
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