Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
C#m
Cdim
Adim
I
F#m
I ain't for play, my homies is spray,
C#m
you can get shot in your face,
F#m
any time of the day, city or state,
A
F#m
C#m
get your life taken away,
when all the smoke clears,
F#m
you done with your tears,
C#m
hope you got prayers to say,
cause we gone be here,
F#m
going nowhere, you gone die
C#m
I don't pop shit, I make enough noise,
come through with them big boys
F#m
Playin' with big toys,
C#m
the beef that we avoid
But that don't mean that we
ain't ready for warfare,
C#m
In the bip -bop bottles,
fuck with a few models
Puff -hairs, spin -casts,
they callin' me Aristotle
It's like we hit the lotto, so much cake
Can't wait to live in this place
F#m
where no one hates
C#m
I guess when you're rich and grown,
people bitch and moan
F#m
C#m
Not to sound cliche, dog,
we'll stick to stones
I break bones,
but your words don't hurt me
Shoot your block up out your skin
And yo' B .I. trying to lurk me
I go get it, I stay with some big plans
Got room through the gangland
F#m
C#m
with a cig in my waistband
Now what you gon' do?
I'm all in your face, fam
F#m
Put some iron in your diet,
now how does it taste, fam?
C#m
F#m
You know I'm told I ain't for play,
no movies to spray
C#m
You get good shot in the face
F#m
In the time of the day, the city of stay
C#m
Get your life taken away
With all the smoke clears
F#m
C#m
Done with the tears
A
Hope you got prayers to say
Cause we gon' be here
Am
A
C#m
You gon' die right where you lay a
bitch ass nigga to a straight nigga bitch
And I'm just doing good
F#m
so imagine if I was rich
C#m
All the hate intensify
Rumors spread round
You want the king spot
A
C#m
but not the thorns in the crown
So I gotta keep it hoodie
Soldier so bully in the 40's
so fully, auto, that it's frightening
F#m
it's something like a secret indictment
C#m
it's like when the gavel slams down
hammer slam around
and the body slam the ground plus,
half y 'all dudes on a conquest
doing girly shit,
A
C#m
having staring contests
yeah, that's why I gotta expose you
and check you like a real
G supposed to plus,
no coming back from the case,
pray no saving them,
F#m
so just let them lay
C#m
F#m
Told em, I ain't for play,
my homies are sprayed,
C#m
you could get shot in the face
F#m
Any time of the day, city or state,
C#m
get your life taken away
When all the smoke clears,
done with the tears,
F#m
A
hope you got prayers to say
Cause we gon' be here,
Cdim
going nowhere,
Adim
G#
C#m
you gon' die right where you lay
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