Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
Fm
Am
Fm
Am
Mmm, mmm, oooh, oooh,
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Cash, phones, everything around me
Cream, get the money, dollar,
dollar, bill your whole
Iceman, I do my shit precise, man
Got your fucking throat with a knife,
man
I can't get right, man
Until my bank account filled
with big face white man
I got my back to the wall,
Am
but I continue to fight, man
Fm
Talk shit, I'm all over
your hair like lice, man
In your house and next to
Am
your bed like nightstands
I'ma put dick in your wife, man
I'ma try to be a hero in
the blues of your life, man
So give me everything,
and I ain't sayin' it twice, man
You cats that just talk?
Yeah, I ain't the type, man
I got bars, I keep them locked up like ours
Am
So haters stay the fuck up by the dogs
Fm
It's somethin' like a mirage,
the way I put these hoes to your garage
Give your tissue a hot lead massage
and fuck all the odds
They say the odds is one in a mil'
For every black that make it a hundred,
catch one to the grill
So fuck how you feel
I'm one of the hottest, need for bullshit
Never be a modest,
Am
half of these niggas is really garbage
if you would let a real nigga rock it
So we could burn the streets to the hood
Am
and let ice real niggas knock it
mouthpiece got more gains than a
Sega
Backwoods, no fakers,
and all black like
Am
Raiders
but on occasion with my
Haitian it might be
Gators
Y 'all couldn't serve
Am
Thrax if y 'all was waiters
Fm
Cash, food, everything around me
Cream, get the money,
dollar, dollar bill, yo
Cash, food, everything around me
Am
Fm
Cream, get the money,
dollar, dollar bill, yo
Look, you kill a cow,
but you can't stop the cheese
I used to wear
Wallabies when my niggas was on
Robbin'
Streets
Puttin' gas in yo' esophagies
Philosophy is probably in
Fm
They used to use heroin,
Am
now they just pop the
E
Fm
Dope things'll get you heshy,
Am
get some rocks for free
Fm
Give
Unk some bread,
he'll cook up your rockin'
D
I'll take you through the hood,
Am
Fm
we even could stop and see
What it's like on the streets, on the block of
T
Cash rules everything, man, from the top to
T
That's why these niggas hustlin',
so they can cop some sprees
Am
Chop some trees, rocks to freeze
niggas probably could auction these
The ghetto dream,
the ride through the ghetto scene
Am
Fm
With exercise and rims, man,
and the plasma screens
Cash and cream with hash and green
F
Fm
But life move fast in streams
So sometimes you don't capture things
Some go to church to hear
the pastor sing
Am
Fm
Some work they whole life
for the average thing
But I'm tryna get the hook, so I ask
Kareem
And I got a dream, man, tryna pass a keen
Mr.
Am
Fab'll be the last to sing
I never talk like
Mr.
Bean
Don't slip, might miss the team
That's takin' over this year,
go and get your team
Fm
My hot splits that'll rip your spleen
Bay
Area,
Am
Oakland, this the scene, huh
Fm
You know what it's like
to kiss a fiend
It's kinda fucked up,
you get the dream, huh
Outro 1
Fm
Fm
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