Tonart: Eb major
Verse 1
Em
These niggas got a fuckin' problem.
You know.
Rough
D
Em
D
Riders.
Em
D
Em
D
Em
I throw ham mers around like cell phones,
keep them on my belt
D
Em
So if you think you're hotter than
Tune, keep it to yourself
I can hold a conversation,
you can speak to it yourself
D
Em
Just know when I reach,
I ain't reaching for my own
And it ain't just for me,
I ain't just speaking for myself
D
But every angel go hard to
hear secrets with myself
Em
I run around spitting flame,
extinguishing myself
D
And nobody gave me this vision,
Em
I seen this shit myself
As far as rap go,
I'm just competing with myself
D
So some of my nights is bars,
Em
I'm speaking to my self
Rap niggas can't fuck with me,
I'm sleepin' with myself
D
And I'm havin' my biggest issues,
beefin' with myself
Em
Might do some dumb shit
to get even with myself
D
But look how far I got,
Bm
Em
just be lievin' in myself
your blood in the streets
D
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
Em
From the hospital room,
you go straight to your hearse
D
Then the pallbearers take you to church
Em
I put your blood in the streets
D
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
Em
you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room,
you go straight to your hearse
D
Then the pallbearers take you to church,
Em
I pour your blood in the streets
D
I put your face in the dirt,
pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
Em
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
Bm
Then the pallbearers take you to church,
Em
I pour your blood in the streets
Spits the pain on you,
D
I spill your blood in the gutter
Bm
Stretch your veins on the corner,
Em
put your face on your shoulders
Lights out, game is over,
D
get you hit for five cent
Em
Who got change for a
Y 'all don't eat hot as your last bar
D
And they half as tough as they act,
dawg
Em
Buried cowards in their own backyards
D
They ain't a motherfuckin' sang chain,
Picture me pissed, drunk
G
Don't go talkin' that slick shit
Bm
You faggots know exactly how
F#m
the angels get down
Em
Approach us with a fuck up attitude
Bm
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped
with a trade pound
Em
I'm where your blood is, dude
G
Don't go talkin' that slick shit
Bm
You faggots know exactly how
F#m
the angels get down
Em
Approach us with a fuckin' bad
G
attitude and get banged down
Bm
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped with a trape
F#m
Em
I pour your blood in streets
D
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
Em
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
D
Em
Then the pallbearers take you to church
I pour your blood in the streets
D
I put your face in the dirt
Pick you up and take
you straight to the nurse
Em
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
D
Em
Then the pallbearers take you to church
I pour your blood in the streets
G
Don't slow talk in that slick shit,
Bm
F#m
you baggots know exactly how the angels get down
Em
Approach us with a fuck up
G
attitude or get banged down
Bm
Hit you with a fifth or get
clipped with a train pound
Em
I'm where your blood in streets
G
Don't slow talk in that slick shit,
Bm
F#m
you baggots know exactly how the angels get down
Em
Approach us with a fuck up
G
attitude or get banged down
Bm
Hit you with a fifth or get clipped with
Em
I'm where your blood in the streets
D
I put your face in the dirt,
Em
pick you up and take you straight to the nurse
From the hospital room you go
straight to your hearse
D
Em
Then a forbearance take you to church,
drop all your blood in the streets
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