Tom: B minor
Verse 1
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C
F
C#
Dm
C
F
Hey berner
Fm
F
(*coughs*)
C#
Dm
Why they tryna copy you?
C
Dm
Why they hatin' on
Verse 2
Em
So many years in the dope game
F
Em
Gettin' to the cheese
Am
F
Em
All you copycat killas can't com
Dm
pare to a villain like me
A
Am
F
'Cause I feed these streets with
Em
Dm
my [?]
F
Neva', neva' let your livin'
Em
Dm
F
go [?] sky
Em
Dm
Too many foes on the [?]
And never,
F
Em
Dm
never claim somethin' that's not yours
F
Em
Fuck around and get popped
Verse 3
Dm
I woke up in the mornin'
A
Am
and broke a zip down
F
Em
Pre- rolls for the day,
pulled the whips out
Dm
A
Dm
Both phones ringin', Facetime audio
Em
Dm
we control where the (?) go
Am
Go to the stash house to
pull some cash out
F
Em
Ray Ray's on the couch
still passed out
Dm
Lookin' through the cabinets,
A
Am
we outta vac' bags
F
Dm
Em
I need a few more rolls,
where they grab that?
Dm
Lil' Ray Ray woke up. he said,
"hit Stonestown"
Am
Hit my watch on the counter,
A
And now I'm grumpy as hell
Dm
I hopped in his Porsche truck
I shoulda known by the smell
that we were dirty
But I'm really in a hurry
Em
I need to send a buck thirty
We should have never took Lincoln
Em
Dm
seen an unmarked creepin' (shit)
F
Here go the lights for no reason
Ray ain't speakin',
Em
Dm
C
I can tell what he thinkin' (shhh!)
F
Em
I seen a duffel bag in the
F
How's it goin'? It smells like weed
Am
F
Wait, aren't you the rapper with
Am
F
I could tell he's a fan but the other cop approached,
he said,
Em
Dm
"Show me your hands!"
(hey, chill out, bro)
Look guys, I got a show at nine
F
He said this ain't about you, we
Em
Dm
wanna talk to the driver
A
He looked at Ray, stop wastin' my time
Am
F
'Cause the homie left your house,
Em
Dm
he was wearin' a wire
F
Dead silence, Ray started laughin' (why you laughin',
dawg?)
Dm
He opened up the door and
Em
Dm
went for the package
Grabbed the duffel,
Am
all they found was some Polo
F
Dm
They mad, the fan boy
Em
Dm
asked for a pho to
Four o'clock when we got the spot
Em
Had to send my own box
I started fillin' out the slip
F
Then the dude behind the counter
Em
Dm
asked Bern' for a pic
F
Now I know I can't trust him
It's four- fifteen,
Em
I need to set down somethin'
Dm
Look, cousin, I appreciate the love
Em
I left somethin' in my truck
Verse 4
Fuck
Dm
(The daily struggles of the
Em
(Go ahead and holla at him,
(The daily struggles of the
Em
(Go ahead and holla at him,
cocaine)
Dm
A
Dm
You could never
Em
Dm
walk in my shoes
A
Dm
Em
Dm
You could never walk in my shoes
F
Em
You could never walk in my shoes
Dm
F
Em
You could never walk in my shoes
Verse 5
Dm
A
F
Why they hatin' on me? (yeah)
Dm
Em
So many years in the dope game
F
Em
Gettin' to the cheese
Dm
A
Ooh wee wee
F
Em
All you copycat killas can't com
Dm
pare to a villain like me
A
Am
F
Em
'Cause I feed these streets with
Dm
F
my [?]
Dm
F
livin' go [?] sky
Em
Dm
Too many foes on the [?]
F
Em
Dm
And never, never claim somethin'
A
Dm
F
that's not yours
Em
Dm
Fuck around and get popped
Verse 6
Dm
They wanna walk in my shoes I swear
to God,
Am
Dm
they wanna walk in my shoes
They wanna walk in my shoes
I swear to God, they wanna walk
A
Am
Dm
in my shoes
They wanna walk in my shoes
Em
Dm
they wanna walk in my shoes
They wanna walk in my shoes
F
Em
I swear to God, they wanna walk in my shoes
Outro 1
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