Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
Fm
Fm
Ddim
Adim
F
I inherited it, yeah, mix, I'm just saying though man,
I didn't boom out a man, a whole
Dm
F
F
mountain of coke out here in this town thing man,
you feel me?
I'm just saying though,
you know what saying?
D
Ebdim
Adim
We fucking with it, I'm fucking with you man,
F
we keeping it lit man, I'm just saying though
Am
West
D
Coast man, that's in the best coast,
Bb#m
Am
tell your bitch about it
Then them niggas stole my bundle,
Am
F
Am
Lord, my killer niggas stuck up in the jungle
I ain't a punk,
you niggas wanna fuck, we can funk
Bb#m
I got my thing right here,
Am
I ain't runnin' to the trunk
Standin' in front the streets,
I shoot this shit up very weak
Bb#m
I bet don't nobody eat,
Am
you niggas stole no beef
Yeah, yeah, cause ain't no
hustlin' when it's hot
Bb#m
Am
If I plan and plot, you get kidnapped and got,
you might get shot
D
Fuck it with the style and believe me be
Bb#m
D
wild and post it on the island
Am
Yeah, right across the street from
Cyprus
D
Tell you to appear religious
Cyprus
I'm used to pull the nighters,
I'll be out when the sun go
D
Catch me with my workers on the
Am
turf with the bundles
Yeah, said I'll be out when the sun go
Bb#m
Catch me with my workers on the
Am
turf with the bundles
Ain't no ghetto blues,
it's something you can't ignore
D
Got me, got me going back
Am
F
Am
and forth to the store
Tryna drink away my pain and
smoke away my stress
D
Drink away my pain and smoke
And the ghetto blues is
somethin' you can't ignore
D
Got me, got me goin' back
Am
and forth to the store
Tryna drink away my pain and
smoke away my stress
D
Am
Drink away my pain and
smoke away my stress
I'm the new reporter,
I'm just spreadin' the news
Bb#m
Sad songs from the hood
Am
F
give you ghetto blues
Duke for my shinin' day
Tryna find a way,
F
Bb#m
too many winin' night and cryin' day
Am
And I always say they tryna save me
I'm a lost cause, southpaw
Bb#m
Raised by fiends,
Am
influenced by out laws
Witnessed everything,
I seen just about all
Bb#m
There is deceit in the seven seas
Am
Some believe, some doubt y 'all
C
A rebel searching for war, hostile
Am
Bb#m
F
Plus I was poor, hole in the roof
So it's a cup on the floor
C
Am
C
Drive by, girl shot right
in front of the store
Bb#m
Was humble and more,
Thunder the roar, I stumbled the floor
I got up and gathered myself
Bb#m
Am
And realized it didn't even
matter to help
Can't nobody care, can't nobody see
Bb#m
Am
We all stuck here, can't nobody be
In the ghetto blues,
it's somethin' you can't ignore
D
Got me, got me goin' back
Am
F
D
and forth to the store
Am
Tryna drink away my pain and
smoke away my stress
D
C
D
Drink away my pain and
Am
smoke away my stress
In the ghetto blues,
it's somethin' you can't ignore
D
Am
Got me, got me goin' back
and forth to the store
Tryna drink away my pain and
smoke away my stress
First of all, I ain't no animal
Listen, we just adapted to
our habitat
Bb#m
Am
Contracted from a dab of crack
F
Now who know where they dad is at?
Am
I'm from where they grab and clap
And put it where you have them at
Bb#m
Pull it and you have to clap
Am
Or you the one that's taggin' rap
I know the boy fast and clever
Watch how that bastard rap
Bb#m
Bb#
Tell all tasks the facts
Am
Strike three, pass the bat
I'm still stashin' that
In my white tee where the gas is at
Bb#m
You get yours before you get mine
Am
Nigga, I can't rash in that
Listen to
Don
Brewe from the last of that
Bb#m
Am
We try and breathe but we gasping
F
That's the weed in the cancer pack
Am
Squeeze in this land of rash
Cheese got him playing with traps
Bb#m
Twin tower got on the stand
Am
And then the man collapsed
Pick a better plan perhaps
Make a letter there and we'll step
Bb#m
She was riding it out
Bb#
Am
Time passed and then it tripped and bam
I guess they say that time will tell
Will I be grinding?
Bb#
Yeah with something on my line
Am
An d then I'm firing before
they try and take it
Ghetto blues is something
they can't ignore
D
Got me, got me going back
Am
F
Am
and forth to the store
Tryna drink away my pain and
smoke away my stress
Am
smoke away my stress
And the ghetto blues is
somethin' you can't ignore
D
Got me, got me goin' back
Am
and forth to the stores
Tryna drink away my pain and
smoke away my stress
D
Am
Drink away my pain and smoke
away my stress
Mackin' and stackin'
Yale, shady fresh outta jail
Bb#m
Cuttin' my rocks bigger to make
F
sure my crack don't sell
Am
Got cream for the fiends,
eat pills for the killers
Bb#m
It don't mean that we villains,
Am
cause we resort to drug dealing
Them crackers told me I
was convicted from the womb
Bb#m
I run with them killer s and gangster
s, so I guess I'm doomed
Am
Consider me a mob figure,
Am
never had a job, nigga
Am
Unless a nigga paid me to
pull back the trigger
Reeling for four generations
Third generation,
I'm demonstrating a hungry nigga
Am
Raised in a dungeon, nigga,
I'm a prize representer
Zip a gorilla,
Am
I fuck with them realer niggas
Cliffy
Vogue,
Coke
Smoke,
Am
Young
Shae,
Beef
Folks,
Boobay,
Greedy,
Am
KD, we blowin' weed smoke
Got the ghetto blues,
Am
yeah I'm drinkin' and smokin'
And by the way, shit lookin', I ain't gon'
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