Tonart: G# minor
Verse 1
Bm
B
Bm
Em
I woke up this morning,
Em
Rich as a motherfucker an
Bm
d ain't much changed
Bm
no suprise, I'm with a different bitch
B
Different day, different ass,
different tits
Em
Strap under my pillow,
Bm
I don't want the jit
Em
Bm
I'm not supposed to do this shit,
but I forget
Em
Bm
The true principles of life
are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope
it's hard to understand
Em
Bm
My man got knowledge of self,
at my back God
F
Em
Find out today's mathematics
Bm
when that Mac go off
Bm
grew up a violent child
E
Bm
Em
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
E
Nigga, nice chain, dice game,
Shoot a couple head cracks,
Bm
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Em
Gold medal around my neck
like I won the Olympics
Bm
We came from nothing, now they
Verse 2
B
E
Bm
C#m
Bm
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These niggas,
C
they watching every dime we make
B
Bm
Em
Hold up, hold on
Em
We want that deluxe apartment in the
Verse 3
Bm
Em
sky with a clear view
Instead we get the D's
Bm
We learn to play the game
how it's supposed to be played
Em
Bm
And so you know, you violate,
you supposed to be sprayed
Em
Bm
It's not a big deal to me,
stay calm
Em
I'll shoot the shit out of a nig
Bm
ga, then call it Barrel Bonds
F
C
Em
But, if I don't do this shit myself,
bet I'll get it done
Bm
F
Shit on my nigga,
Bm
you shit on me, we of one
Em
Used to do graffiti,
F
Don't make me write my name
Bm
across your face with a razor
Em
Re- Up, no joke, they
Bm
say theyis sample the bomb
Em
This shit can take a two and we cut
Bm
this bitch with a one
Em
Bm
Watch the fiends stand
B
Bm
in line for the potency
Em
Bm
No lactose involved, pure coco leaf
Em
Bm
You can sniff that or cook
that to my belief
That money coming in like we
run the streets
Em
Bm
We came from nothing, now
Verse 4
they saying we straight
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Nigga, hold up, hold on
These niggas,
Bm
Em
they watching every dime we make
Bm
C
Em
Hold up, hold on
Bm
B
Hold on
Verse 5
Em
Bm
Em
This shit go how I said,
Bm
go when it's time to expand
C
Em
So say it's over your dead body
Em
Bm
You a gangster for real,
you ready to ride?
C#m
Em
Nigga, you gonna die a bad
case of too much pride
Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
Hit the speed dial,
Bm
that quick I'll get ya lined
Em
We don't want your block,
Bm
just cop your work from us
Those niggas you call
allies can't be trust
Em
That Rollie all gold,
Bm
Em
I got the Midas touch
Em
Bm
as hell not to touch stuff
E
Bm
On the phone I heard 'Ye
smacked the shit outta a kid
E
Em
Now Jimmy got life,
go smack him again
When it's war, it will be war to the bitter end
E
If they ever say we lose,
I start it again
Let's sneak the niggas spray
Bm
that Semi at your momma crib
Em
E
With a silencer we couldn't
Verse 6
Bm
We came from nothing, now
they saying we straight
Em
Bm
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Bm
These niggas, they watching
Bm
Bm
Hold up, hold on
Em
Hold
Bm
Bm
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