Tonart: F# minor
Intro 1
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Em
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Em
Cash
Verse 1
was on my mind at an early age
Em
looking out for ways
Am
Em
God bless the child that has his own I was
So every single day the dope was sold
I never lied school cause the shit
was never real for me
I'd rather hang out with niggas
that was down to kill for me
Am
Never stood still long enough
to have stability
Em
Never took advantage of
my athletic abilities
The only way up out
the ghetto for a black man
Is to either play a sport,
B
Em
know how to sing, rap, or dance
Am
The only other option is to join a gang
Em
A slangola hanging out
with the other high rollers
Trying to get your pockets
swole into the competition
The mission is to get rich
as quick as possible
Am
and turn your cast legit,
but the first mistake can make it be your last
Em
B
You always have the jackets and crackers out to bust your ass,
so don't be slippin'
Em
Livin' the lifestyles of the rich and famous,
I keep my hands clean, stayin' blameless
It's scandalous, but I'm shameless,
Am
all I wanna do is stack your cream
Em
Ever since I was a little nigga,
that was my dream
Pants been sangin' ever since
I was a seventh grader
Pocket full of rocks in the sky, pages
Am
A nigga had dreams of comin' up major
B
Nothin' but a lil' ass hell raisin'
Em
Been sangin' ever since I was
a seventh grader
B
Em
Pockets full of rocks in the sky,
Major
of coming up major
Hellraiser
Em
Fuck the rally, call my homegirl,
I'll be latin'
Do a cold twist on the whole situation
Am
Now I gotta fig ure out
a way to break the
Guinness
Em
World record for makin' cash,
cause now I got a baby in my business
Call up the
S .A., go down to
Tox and say
Throw it on the scale, a thousand grams,
Give him ten
Em
G's, cause he shows me love
Mucho gracias, señor, adios,
and then I'm about to do it
It's back to sat,
time to make the paper stack
Standing in the kitchen, palms itching,
Am
cooking up the chicken
B
Em
85 % pure product, let it rock up,
my stock's up for grip
B
Em
600 bucks a zip, fucked up and slipped,
Am
but the task force dipped
Caught a young nigga with
D
Em
entered a guilty plea
Now I'm in the pen,
stressed out, saying
Quentin
Lady bout to have a nigga
baby any minute
Am
32 months I gotta do
Em
Then I be back on the streets with my crew,
that chance been saggin' ever since I was a seventh grader
Pockets full of rocks in the sky, major
Am
A nigga had dreams of comin' up major
Hellraiser
Em
Been saggin' ever since I was
a seventh grader
B
Em
Pockets full of rocks in the sky, major
Am
A nigga had dreams of comin' up major
Hellraiser
Em
Fresh out the pen once again on the loose
My lady had my baby and
she's already deuced
Am
Back in the hood and then
Em
the damn thing changed
All the same niggas strugglin',
tryin' to survive in the game
I got to get mine, brother,
slam mine to the streets
Take the wrong move and
get swept off your feet
B
Am
My baby got her eatin',
I'ma provide
Em
Even if I got ta ride or die
and I ain't down
We'll send him away
some motherfuckin' nine -to -five
I'm duckin' the cops like
Marco
Polo
My tightest dog died when I was a mobile
Am
So now I'm rollin' solo, lo co
And the membrane never been tamed
and I'm hustlin'
Till the day a nigga kills me
Pants been saggin' ever since
I was a seventh grader
Pockets full of rocks in the sky, major
Am
A nigga had dreams of comin' up major
B
Em
Nothin' but a lil' last hellbracer
Been saggin' ever since I was
a seventh grader
Pockets full of rocks in the sky, major
Am
A nigga had dreams of comin' up major
B
Em
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Nothin' but a lil' hellbracer
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