Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Em
It's been a long time
G
since I've seen you in the face
Em
D
And I tell you all about it
when I you in the face
Em
It's come a long way
G
from where we used to be
Em
D
And I tell you all about it
when I see you in the face
Em
They send me threats every
day sayin' I'ma die
G
I still check on the guys
when I'm slidin' by
D
You get no clearance, actin' hood,
you a pop -a -doc
I hit a scam, you pay me good,
I might cop a watch
Em
Section 8, it ain't no hope,
it's either trap or die
G
Tucked your chains in my hood,
they makin' money robbin'
D
I had no common sense growin' up,
I'm glad I found somethin'
You ain't gotta stress again,
granny, call your grandson
Em
Don't need no get back,
I'm in that one bag
G
But what it was when I was down,
D
they won't answer no more
Shit went pretty, it was hard,
I put my hands in the dirt
Fuck these hoes and fry, fuck them,
Em
put my mask on the first
Since I got this paper,
I think my manners got worse
G
If it ain't designer clothes,
D
why we rockin' this merch?
Leave me alone, don't call my phone,
I don't wanna do a verse
Walking with the devil,
Em
I don't think I'm welcomed in church
Give me guidance, respect my kindness
G
If you don't teach me nothing,
just give me knowledge
D
Just scared to say it directly
up in comments
They think I'm out of town,
but I'm sliding
Em
Tell me what it is right now,
don't you leave me on
G
Head sag and hair sway,
they like what he be on
D
Got a lot of blues in my pocket,
I ain't crippin' though
Tried to walk in straight pack,
I knocked off like I'm pigeon toe
Em
Give me guidance, respect my kindness
G
If you don't teach me nothing,
just give me knowledge
D
Just give a say and I'll write
thee up in comments
They think I'm out of town,
My top shooter went away to college
G
Go get your degree and leave the streets,
that's your assignment
D
I try to be gentle with my words,
but I'm too honest
They focus on the hate,
so I don't worry about no comments
Em
Just keep your promise to yourself
and just be real
G
No phone when we slide,
master, they know the drill
D
Them youngins tryna get
some stripes,
yeah, they on gold for real
Even when we blow,
I got my hood like a coat for real
Em
It ain't no sympathy in this shit,
they goin' for overkill
G
Momma, I swear I wasn't an addict
until I broke the seal
and I wish you could hold me still
Grew up together
and I act like it was only them
you ain't my twin,
that's my only twin
G
What a perfect couple, he in the scam,
she got her only fans
D
Got rid of my whole car, I had to turn it in
I did a lot of shit, I'd do it all again
You got this, respect my kindness
G
Em
If you don't teach me nothing,
Just gotta say it directly up in comments
They think I'm out of town,
Outro 1
but I'm slidin'
Em
G
D
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