Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
I call it heart music
E
No, not H- A- R- D, H- E- A- R- T
Am
Heartfelt shit, you know?
Yeah, um
E
Dm
You know, we go through painful shit with paink
illers 'cause we soldiers ourselves
Verse 2
Am
I'm just standin' up on my head
Thinkin, "Should I pop this
Perc?"
"No, it might kill me"
E
If you got PTSD, you feel me
Am
Dead or in jail, you will be
Bb#m
What the cop told to the little me
Am
Fast- forward time, not literally
E
If I go on tour, I'll make a mill' at least
Ma didn't have much, we
didn't really eat
Am
Therefore, I was always
in the streets
You didn't hear enemies with
no tweets
That's 'cause it was some
real beef
Bb#m
Four thirty clips, we four deep
Am
E
Can't hug the block 'cause
we ride with Glocks
So you already know this is real
beef
Yeah, since I got rich all
these people in my life depend on me
Am
So you know I gotta smoke weed
Quit gangbangin', got more cheese
E
I don't know buddy, he know me
Am
And you know we shinin'
Bb#m
Everybody with me got a
Rolly (Uh)
E
Nigga rich, you know he smashin'
Am
(Uh)
E
Security freak like roadie
And I miss my brodie (Uh)
Am
Slap stickin' my forty (Uh)
Still exotic smokin' (Uh)
E
Got something that I owed him (Uh)
Bb#m
For niggas that get bumped, sons
go pick it up
Am
E
That's the hood cycle (Uh)
So I'm tryna go flyin',
ain't got no opps
Am
I don't want no lil' rivals
Bb#m
Am
That's the hood cycle
E
When you ain't got no money
Everybody in the hood like you
When you start makin'
some money
Am
Everybody in the hood get excited, too
But ain't nobody
did nothin' for you
Now they lookin' like,
E
"Damn, who invited you?"
When you can't give
'em nothin'
Am
That's when they start to feel
somethin' (Uh- uh)
Gimme some space, I don't
trust nobody
E
Gon' make me kill somethin'
And they all love me
Am
Bb#m
Deep at shows when I was this
Am
broke nigga
I ain't seen all of you
Am
Moved out grandma crib
Right out front used to get in shootouts
I was just a kid
Shoulda got some money, bought
Bb#m
I regret all the time I spent without
Am
I was deep in the streets
E
Jack that kid, tryna ball, who out?
Foolish things I did
Am
Sorry for how I lived
My mama lost without you, she
I look in her eyes and see it
Walkin' in my house, my
Bb#m
Demons talkin' inside my
E
head
Glock was out of lead (Uh)
So evidently I had to spread
When God got me out of
Let me hop out right on my leg
Oh, I know what you sayin'
chase some bread
Nigga, talkin' 'bout what you hear
Am
I thought you was the man
(Was)
Sayin' that ho gave you some
head (Blood)
E
Where all that shit in my bed?
(Cuz)
I'm just tryin' to come in the
house and fuck
I don't wanna come in no
house and fuss
Girl, why you gotta get
loud and cuss?
Gon' head, pull that blouse all up
Let me get it from the back
or somethin'
Fuck it, gonna put you on the
couch, now what? (What?)
E
I done fell in love (Uh)
For the month
All these diamonds on
E
She got a fat ass, climbin' the pole
Am
She lookin' like a muh'
Just to walk up in this bitch that
gave me some rolls
Why don't I throw some money?
E
You gettin' ones back up off the
floor
Charlamagne, you fuckin' donkey
Am
White teacher at school caught
me as a flunkie
'Cause I was a fuckin' junkie
E
And I admit it, coulda wrecked the whip
I fell asleep, I'm lucky
Am
Had I listened to him
Bb#m
'Coulda fell a victim
Am
to the streets, I'm lucky
E
Now I ride past in a Bent like,
"You fuckin' honky"
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