Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
Dm
Then the man they called
Am
went to the chief priests
Dm
and said, What will you give me
Am
They paid him 30 pieces
of silver.
It's a dirty game.
You gotta be careful who you fuck with,
who you don't fuck with.
Keep your mind on your riches, baby.
Keep your mind on your riches.
And from that moment,
he began to look out
for an opportunity to betray him.
Dm
It's the evil empire.
Arms reach from me, ain't sleepin'
C
Bm
Am
It's cold out, get your heat,
Hand to hand, get it, then you leavin'
C
Bm
I swear the shadows always
Am
Dm
creepin' round
If we beefin', we ain't never even
C
Bm
I lost my dog,
Am
Dm
he was bleedin' right
Whoever crossed us gotta get treated
C
G
Am
I got angels and demons all
Dm
Scene sittin' in the alley,
G
Am
These rappers all got guns,
Dm
and when they scared, they use it
I told the plug, that ain't gon' work,
C
you gots to find some new shit
Dm
I'll never rob from anyone
I'm cool with
The ones I move with are killers,
they don't show no remorse
C
G
Am
Catch a case, post a bail,
and never show for court
Dm
The flow raw, pain like a slow divorce
G
Am
I just hold my course,
Dm
give my smokers chores
You'd be surprised
C
where you find loyalty at
G
Am
My bro wanna switch to loud
Dm
when he just ordered these bag s
I said naw, then thought about it,
G
Am
Cause life is good, but any second,
Dm
that shit all could be bad
Some people wouldn't understand that
C
Bm
The last birds wouldn't cook,
Am
we had to underhand that
Dm
Just got off with Brody in the jail,
he said it's jam -packed
C
G
I'm stuffing hard in them
Am
12 -12 skinny square bags
Dm
Arms reach from me, I ain't sleeping
C
G
Am
Dm
It's cold out, get your heat, I keep it
Hand to hand, get it, then you leaving
C
Bm
I swear the shadows
Am
Dm
always creepin' round
If we beefin' we ain't never even
C
Bm
I lost my dog,
Am
Dm
he was bleedin' right
Whoever cross us gotta get treated
C
G
Am
I got angels and demons all
Dm
Smoke and piff out the papers,
C
try and clear my chest up
G
Am
I'm off parole, watch yourself,
Dm
I can afford to mess up
Killer woulda beat his body
He coulda picked twelve,
Dm
damn, he ain't have to go head up
Cause the judge only cares
about conviction rates
C
G
COVID pushed the courts back
Am
You lucky if you get your date
as I'm riding down the interstate
C
G
Said there's crack all
I must've missed a plate
Dm
Black Skullies on the license plate
Bm
Am
No matter what it's for,
we all chasing check
Dm
In the jail, I got respect
because I gave respect
C
Now I'm home, touching big bags
Dm
And I don't take the threats
Arms reach from me, I ain't sleeping
C
G
Am
Dm
It's cold out, get your heat, I keep it
Hand to hand, get it, then you leavin'
C
Bm
I swear the shadows
Am
Dm
always creepin' around
C
If we beefin', we ain't never even
I lost my dog, he was bleedin' right
Dm
Whoever crossed us gotta get treated
I got angels and demons, all
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