Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
G#m
F
G#m
F
No for the most, well, yeah
G
Am
It was all a dream,
we used to play ball in the sandlot
Local D -Boys on the
corner with the D's
F
Used to slap box before
marble with the skis
This was back when black girl
was throwing party with the keys
we was grinding for the cheese
I wanted them new J's,
so I started selling weed
shit you probably won't believe
When Lil Ant got shot,
he was born to the lead
Am
It feel like I'm closer,
but still so far though
Rhyme 95 with the Roke and the cock
Steel in the hood, no bluff with the Rallo
If rap don't work, I got Roke in the top
Homie, life real when you
come from the gutter
Ain't no more B -Ferrari
and she ain't close with my brothers
F
I was just 17, meat cheddar and tutter
Ain't no Jesus gon' save us,
gotta look out for each other
and the streets start on my buzzer
Role model show me the game,
I think it rubbed off
White girl like OJ, I took the gloves off
Even if you say fuck me,
it ain't no love loss
I'm just tryna keep my
feet on the ground
Keep my face out the mud,
my thongs free out the pound
F
Make my way through the struggle,
the only peace can be found
They gentrifying the hood,
Am
but we ain't leaving the town
We the money in the world
can't amount to what I lost
in these streets
We almost there
We almost there
Let me vent
Am
Lot of tears I ain't shed in a while
Lighting up the air,
now my head in the clouds
Living in this world left me scared for my child
I got fam locked up in a Fazzy and Chelsea
So the whole hood changed
when we lost Rob
Lost Mel, lost Hen and we lost Rob
when my blocks come
Hustled on second shit,
I saw the whole block fall
Am
My dog got a elbow, life ain't fetto
His daughter 15 with a baby in the ghetto
Built the case on them ace,
left them with a memo
Jake's at his door,
but they ain't knock to say hello
A
Am
Go to war for a meadow,
the blue -eyed guru
Am
when you ridin' in that new Roo
F
See how they clip nip shit,
tell me what would you do
Rolled for his gang and got left in his soup
Recipe's Nipsey Hussle
F
Tupac Shakur, Nate Dogg,
Am
all the real soldiers that
ride for the cause
Survive for the cause,
You gotta feel me
Am
Yeah, look, I was raised up
Never showed weakness
and I never gave up
Going through some shit,
roll one and blaze up
Real fat rap nigga, nothing made up
I've been chasing my
dreams like me
Speaking on sleep,
I ain't seen like weeks
F
Shit, I'm just trying to do it big like me
But glad I was saved by the bell like Screech,
I was that close
Am
Shootouts and street fights,
I was that most
A
Am
E an d E on every corner,
got the trap roll
B and E, me and Cap got your back though
Put you on the block
with Big C and the Black Ghost
A
I done seen it all, glad I done grew up
Fell from that spotlight,
Am
cause everybody knew us
just in case I gotta suit up
F
Best in my city, niggas mad, I done blew up
Am
I mean everyday people be askin' me like
Why D, why you ain't sign
F
Why you ain't sign with Birdman and
Cash Money?
Why you ain't sign with
Florida or Pitbull?
Am
She did some courses I just
can't answer
F
Coming from where I come from
All this shit wasn't supposed to
be possible
We are for life
Ay yo!
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