Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
F
Yeah, yeah,
Am
Bb
F
Am
yeah
F
Am
F
Yeah, yeah
Am
Just in case you was wondering
Bb
F
I did make the beat
Verse 2
Am
Yeah, cause we just (children of
the world)
And they wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same,
that's the only rival gang
praying to my father
Tired of today,
Am
forever scared of tomorrow
F
Am
Where's a scale I could borrow?
Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops,
cause college ain't free
sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain
but I'm too proud to ask
Am
Take it all in stride,
teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's
And fast food won't do 'cause
you overqualified
I'm feeling like hustling
Am
Tired of the foodstamps and
F
budgeting
Am
Running in so much work with
school buzzing in
F
Am
God, and I risk the only
things we be trusting in
F
I'm in a casket like fuck it then
Am
Either get rich or die poor
F
Am
Nigga fell short and got jammed
up, but he tried though
F
Am
I'm pretty sure my first words
were "survival"
Bb
Looking for the answers to my
Am
C
Am
Cause we just try and decode
all the secrets
My conversations with God always
seem leave him speechless
C
Am
F
And even when I was at my worst like
"we got to make this work"
Am
My girl found time to leave me,
too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me like "what up,
ho? "
I'm just bitter,
I ain't asking what you fuck for
F
As disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying,
Am
F
if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just,
Am
guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong,
but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broad
Is something to strive for when you ain't
F
Am
I'm feeling like what the fuck,
they want my soul
F
Am
Like my ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government,
F
Am
who can I trust?
Bb
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
F
Shorty might have AIDS like who
Am
can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rub
F
Am
ber bust or I have a kid
F
Am
The pride to all the things
that my father did
Bb
F
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was
on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun
but they ain't after K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain,
Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches,
couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud
patch it, lag enough
Steady acting like I ain't
had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain't
flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess
I ain't crash enough
On the track like I'm pushing crack,
bag it up
I tell these niggas to back it up
My bitch like Scar's, gave
the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes
like I ain't seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't
attend the wake
That's too lyrical,
he been round busting
Mississippi? Well,
he don't sound Southern
He be down cause it's since '05, I swear
The game's a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell's a breath of air
Yeah, fuck with me
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