Tom: F minor
Intro 1
D
Em
D
Bm
C
Em
D
Bm
Verse 1
Em
in my car and shit
Bm
C
Cause my girl in the room asleep
Em
And yeah I miss my daughter
Bm
I done cheated on her momma
C
like four times this week
Em
Cause music's my passion
D
and making mu sic for women
Got daddy stacking on re
C
Em
D
Your diet is alcohol, mix it with Adderall
Bm
I've been chasing dreams,
Em
Everyday I get the questions
D
like, Priest, is you on yet?
Bm
Bitch, yeah, I might be
C
Em
Cause I just met a stripper named
D
Faith with designer tastes
Bm
And if I fuck tonight, then it's destiny
C
Em
And I only take advice from my enemies
D
Bm
Cause if I lost it all, there'll be enemies
C
Em
I done had a couple friends leave
D
cause I was out getting to the cake
isfied with just a piece
C
Em
But please don't get me wrong,
Bm
From livin' with my mom
C
to puttin' money in the savers
Em
From always being gone
D
to bein' my seeded savior
Bm
Holy Quran, get in touch with
D
lately I've been havin' high self -esteem
Bm
C
Or maybe it's the dabs,
Bm
Or maybe it's the thoughts
C
questionin' where he's at
Em
But our sons need they
Bm
Before the cops run and
Em
Can't you hear the sirens,
Bm
Lost a couple brothers
C
to the system and violence
Em
But they blame me for what these kids do
D
I'm from where they shoot
Bm
C
at movies and schools too
Em
Like my rhymes did the crime,
Bm
But I refuse to fucking fail, so screw you
C
Em
I just made top ten on billboard
D
Bm
If I'm dreaming, don't pinch me,
I swear I got more
C
Em
D
More hits, mm -hmm, yeah, I'm on my shit
Bm
I should've been more in my marriage,
it's the consequence
C
Em
Yeah, she cheated, I was cheating too
Just with myself,
D
Bm
I tried to piece the puzzle pieces
C
Now a piece of me is loose
Bm
C
So peace
I hope you know
Bm
I'm not ashamed, it's complacency
C
Em
Complaining? No, I'm not
I'd rather see you smile
D
Bm
I'd rather see you laugh
Em
It's crazy when your bad habits
Em
I got a couple ballplayers
that are friends now
Bm
C
every single touchdown
Em
And when you finally touch down,
your city goes zerk
D
Bm
Like your city's last name
is what they hear first
is on every blog
D
Bm
C
As if local made its own 32 balls
Em
You're just eight in the city
They won't call it magic,
Bm
C
but they fuckin' let you shoot
No fuckin' mans
Em
D
This is my pledge
Bm
C
To the niggas gettin' paid for it
Em
D
This is my pledge
Bm
C
To the bottles roundin' scrapers
D
To the women on the poles
Bm
You ain't hoes, you deserve more
C
Em
D
This is my pledge
C
Em
D
This is my pledge
C
Em
D
American fairy tale, yeah
Bm
C
Yeah, six shots, three low, nigga
Em
D
Bm
We should die here to survive,
C
Em
D
yeah
Bm
C
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