Tonart: Db major•
Verse 1
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Got some cold ass shit
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ebm
Fm
Message baby, let's do it
Ebm
I will soar, soar, don't go,
don't go, don't
Fm
Born in this cold world, 76, December 2nd
Ebm
Fm
Tina Harris gave birth at
a quarter to seven
Ebm
Now I roll around in 645s with 357s
Fm
Drug dealers, some say
I should talk to a reverend
Ebm
Fm
I tell them you should talk to my landlord
Ebm
about my rent then
Fm
These fuckin' Jews eatin'
off me like I'm Din Din
Ebm
Fm
My kids so fuckin' spoil you,
I can't stack a Benjamin
Ebm
Fm
It's everything they see, they want,
and I got to give for them
Eight days a week,
Ebm
a brother out in these streets
This cold world,
Fm
I have a nigga raisin' his heat
Ebm
Fm
My whole east, I can do they job
Ebm
and try to nab me
Fm
But I bet you I sell all these grins
Ebm
before they bag me
Fm
That's why I don't get mad
Ebm
when my wrist is in plat inum
Fm
It's part of the game,
through the time,
get right back at him
Ebm
And I ain't the same
Fm
as these other niggas
Cause they just rappin',
Fm
Ebm
I really be out here trappin'
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
I will soon, soon, no, no, no, no
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
I will soon, soon, no,
Fm
Ebm
no, no, no
Fm
Ebm
Ooh, ooh, G,
Fm
when these niggas gon' learn,
Ebm
I swear I don't give a fuck about you
your own bitches doubt you
Ebm
Neighbors, talk to police about you
can't wait to see the day you grow
They say you movin' too fast,
Ebm
I say you movin' slow
Fm
Slow money better than no money,
need more
Ebm
My gun better than no gun, I squeeze low
Fm
And hit the first nigga
Ebm
I see up in my peephole
Fm
I hope y 'all see me baggin'
Fm
Tryna get money for Niecy,
yellin' it ain't easy
Ebm
Cause she need me,
Fm
Ebm
picture black man yellin' feed me
Fm
Another black man turnin'
his back cause he greedy
I get the cops callin' me
Ebm
one more time by my sister
Fm
They finally send my ass up north,
I won't miss ya
Just tell Niki what you did to daddy
Ebm
and don't kiss her
Fm
Cause you the reason she aggy,
sleepin' with my picture
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
I will soon, soon, no, no, no, no
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Fm
I will soon, soon, no, no, no, no
Real niggas do what they gotta do,
Ebm
not just what they can
Fm
Things seem to get clearer
when you sittin' in the can
Ain't havin' to do for self,
Ebm
Fm
niggas ain't givin' you a stand
Niggas will rather get your ass whamped
Ebm
Fm
Tryin' your hardest not
Ebm
to be the bum of the strip
But since I was young,
Fm
they said I wasn't gon' be shit
Ebm
Fm
And to tell that to a kid,
Ebm
that's some cold -ass shit
Fm
You can hear the damage that's done
from the pain I spit
I need heat for this cold world
before I go in it
Ebm
And at least three,
Fm
four flips before I start spinnin'
And if it ain't the hoopty,
then it gotta be tinted
Ebm
Cause I'm paranoid,
Fm
traditional for niggas that's
gettin' it
Ebm
Bitches'll fuck me,
Fm
Ebm
write a book about you hittin' it
Fm
Feds'll knock you a hoodie,
do a documentary
Capitalize all the shit
that got you locked for a century
Fm
It's a cold ass world we liv in' in
Ab
Fm
Ebm
I will so, so knock on, knock on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Fm
Ebm
Fm
yeah
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Fm
Ebm
Fm
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