Tonart: Eb major
Verse 1
D
C#m
D
Uh, ya, ya, ya, ya
C#m
D
C#m
D
Thought you was my home boy man
Verse 2
C#m
D
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
C#m
A, my nigga! (You supposed to be a god)
C#m
D
call yourself that)
C#m
A, my nigga! (You sup
C#m
D
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
C#m
D
A, my nigga! (You supposed
C#m
D
C#m
to be a god)
D
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
C#m
D
A, my nigga! (You supposed
to be a god)
Verse 3
D
Crackers called you nigga, we
C#m
D
g's look like me (yes sir!)
C#m
Michelangelo lied, hit the 743
D
I guessed they had to have rights and
Eb
D
they shot us why we call ourselves g
C#m
D
Od now we,
C#m
in paris like my nigga
That's why they treat,
that's why they beat
D
C#m
Your ass like a nigga (slave)
D
C#m
Fuck gucci, fuck louie
D
Till they come to my hood
Fuck tom ford, fuck versace
Yeah I said it I'm good
Verse 4
C#m
D
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
C#m
D
A, my nig ga! (You supposed
A, my nigga! (Why you
C#m
A, my nigga! (You sup
C#m
A, my nigga! (Why you
C#m
A, my nigga! (You sup
D
C#m
posed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you call
C#m
D
A, my nigga! (You supposed
to be a god)
C#m
Mississippi, alabama,
Verse 5
louisiana,
cock the hammer
Fla they killed tray,
D
C#m
micheal done shot jay in his face
68 cent half nigga,
nfl they laugh nigga
Paltrow, they let go,
D
C#m
and everybody gave her a pass nigga
And most folks , they said nothing,
if a rapper breath, everybody busting
Our kids dying, there blood rushing,
cops laughing, we ducking
We dying, I'm trying to help our folks,
man, I ain't lying
D
(Look I don't want to be
C#m
D
your nigga no more)
Man I'm tired
Verse 6
D
C#m
A, my nigga! (Why you
C#m
A, my nig ga! (You sup
D
C#m
posed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you call
C#m
A, my nigga! (You sup
C#m
A, my nigga! (Why you call
C#m
A, my nig ga! (You sup
D
C#m
posed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you
C#m
D
A, my nigga! (You supposed
to be a god)
Verse 7
D
G
They made niggas, we sprayed niggas
They got smart, gave us aids nigga
They killed kings, you a brave nigga
G
Made to hate your dark skin
D
Bm
You god son, they satan
D
G
D
They killed natives, raped men
G
Then went to church hollering amen!
D
And gave us liquor, gave us coke
But blame niggas, for selling dope
Olie north, up in the whole hood
Snow white but it ain't soap
G
D
So whos to blame for this shady word
Say it how you want it, it's the same word
G
D
No matter what wings, it the same bird
G
D
From pyramids to dope serve
Verse 8
D
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
A, my nigga! (You supposed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
A, my nigga! (You supposed to be a god)
C#m
A, my nigga! (Why you
C#m
A, my nigga! (You sup
D
C#m
D
C#m
posed to be a god)
D
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
C#m
C#m
C#m
C#m
A, my nigga!
(You supposed to be a god)
Verse 9
You, are supposed to be a god, (god)
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