Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
G
D
I'm finna just tell you man,
F
shout out to my real niggas out there
Am
Everybody out there that's hustling,
grinding
You know my shooters,
You know everybody out there
that's just getting it in, homie
D
Keep doing what you're doing,
stacking your chips
E
Am
together
Homie, nod your head if you feelin' me
gon' keep it real as me
F
Cause one day we should load up
Am
Saw him on my way to the hood
G
I got a pocket full of work,
I'm still selling these goods
D
And I still hear Martin Luther
F#dim
saying we shall overcome
E
he be carrying me a loaded gun
Am
That's the way of the world,
they won't let it be
G
Saw him by myself banging
music from the 70's
D
Top it off, your boy head still spinning
E
and the homie still snitching
Am
A young nigga feeling old
cause I'm stressed out
G
Cause everybody getting money
and I'm left out
F#dim
trying not to get the third one
F
Hit the lick, look in the sky
Am
Man, I'm trying to live
right for my first son
he'd probably be my worst one
D
F#dim
Everybody think it's cool that you rap
F
But you don't know the insides
E
before you blind to the facts
Am
And in fact, to keep it real,
the whole sign, it was wack
G
But I still thank God for that, for that
F#dim
the whole sign, it was wack
F
E
But I still thank God for that,
Am
G
for that
D
F
E
Am
G
D
F#dim
D
F#dim
F
E
Am
Man you gotta get the money
boy who's a soldier
or a bacon soldier
Man, I'm trying to shine
F#dim
bright like a supernova
D
F#dim
Till my gang banging,
F
E
niggas still praying for ya
Cause in the streets, boy,
Am
it's hard trying to get them bucks
G
When the homies getting crack,
making the news and such
D
Gas tank on E, but I'm still driving
F#dim
F
Boy, my daughter needs shoes
and I ain't lying
E
Am
Spent my last 20 on
some food in the RYT
G
And gave five to the homie
with the dudes like me
D
Times hard, but I made it through
F#dim
F
So if your day's messed up,
you can make it too
Am
seems nobody wanna help you out
G
So now I ask myself or my
friends about
D
Stressed out through the week,
you can pick a date
F#dim
But I ain't trippin'
F
cause the money just a lick away
E
Am
And I know I ain't right,
so I'm prayin' for change
so I'm prayin' for change
D
In the studio droppin' jewels,
hopin' to pay
F
E
all a young nigga do is pray, pray
if you feelin' me
gon' keep it real as me
D
I'ma grind with my head to the sun
F
Cause one day we shall overcome
E
Am
We shall overcome
G
F#dim
I'ma grind with my
D
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head to the sun
F
Cause one day we shall overcome
E
Am
We I'ma said it's hard being black
or being Mexican
G
The police take us back to jail
and make us flex again
And I ain't saying
F#dim
D
that the hood is a good thing
F#dim
But they'll never understand
E
Am
And to my hustlin' niggas
give you much respect
G
And from a real nigga, man,
I'm wishin' you the best
that you're goin' through
F#m
F
So if you hang on, homie,
you can make it through
Am
I don't care if you red or blue
G
Just understand I'm a man
and what I say is true
D
So be careful if you ridin'
with a loaded gun
F#dim
F
Just keep livin', homeboy,
any day will come
Am
G
D
F#dim
F
E
Am
G
D
F#dim
F
E
G
me nod your head if you feelin' me,
Cause ain't nobody else gon'
keep it real as me.
D
F#dim
I'ma grind with my head to the sun ,
F
Cause one day we shall overcome,
E
Am
G
we shall overcome.
put my head to the sun,
F
cause one day we shall overcome,
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