Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
A5
Am
Yeah,
F
Marlow Mack 11 is who I be
Dm
Am
And this is my
F
confession of a soldier
Am
F
Real talk, motherfucker
F
Am
My confession of a soldier
The shit that built my ass into a
man is I got older
Moved to Riverside,
the new one on the block
F
So they wanna test me and
Dm
Am
see what size balls I got
Is he a G or a fuckin' Lop?
I'm not always champion,
but I'm always down to box
F
Thirteen years old, clicked up with my homies from the west side,
Am
Put a little homie up on game,
taught me how to slang,
taught me how to gang bang
First time I'm bumpin' on day in,
Dm
plush candy paintin'
Am
Pullin' the strap up, let the bullet fly
F
Gettin' high, 14 years ago at 95
Am
Cruisin' Bristol, Magnolia,
West Riverside
F
Dm
Packin' 22's and 25's
Back in the days
Grow, grow, growin' up
My, my, my confessions of a soldier
F
Dm
My, my, my confessions
Back in the days
Am
Desi, desi, desi young
F
All of Mac, Desi, Desi, Desi, yo
Dm
Now watch out homies,
I'm only 17 years old
Just got this bitch pregnant
is what the stories told, so why?
Got a little 9 to 5
F
but a couple older homies
from the hood
Dm
Offered me a dippin' grind
Am
Had nowhere to live but
I was making G's
Jumped in the hood midnight
at the cemetery
Five of the fools from the 7 -3
Dm
of the psycho fuckin' family
Am
I learned the meaning
of putting in work
and paying dues
And half the time I didn't like the
fucking things I do
Confessions of a model mackin' on my kids,
it's true
F
E
Cause if it wasn't me runnin' to me,
and had a baby coming soon
Had to get more than a 9 -to -5
cause now the rent is due
Barely turned 18 years old
F
It's time to hustle and bust my ass,
Am
Don't know, don't know
Back in the days
Grow, grow, growin' up
My, my, my confessions of a soldier
F
Dm
My, my, my confessions of a
Am
F
Am
F
soldier
Dm
Am
Look who's all grown up now,
record deals and a big house
People said I was a little kid
with a big mouth
Everybody doubted me,
said I wasn't smart enough
F
Dm
Time to hit the books, hit the weights,
time to toughen up
Am
Don't get it twisted,
I'm out here on my fuckin' own
Hustle everyday to keep up with the
payments on my home
I'm a soldier, a new world's order
F
They think they run the game,
Dm
but it's fuckin' game over
Am
I told ya, my pistol grip up in my holster
My own corporation, kingpin coaster
Because of that I lost friends
F
Fools don't wanna see my lil'
Mac makin' ends
Dm
Am
Rather have me walkin'
than pushin' the bins
I can see it in your eyes,
bitch, don't pretend
F
Am
Yeah, my confession's of a soldier
F
A high -powered kingpin,
Dm
Am
that's that Pastor Doja
Back in the days, growin' up
My, my confessions of a soldier
F
Dm
Am
My, my confessions of a soldier
Back in the days
there's a, there's a young
there's a, there's a young
Dm
Am
F
Youngster
Dm
Am
F
You
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