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