Tonart: G major
Verse 1
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Love
and respect for the turf that breathes
Scales of the hood ain't understood,
Em
it's hard to believe us
G
Lick shots like salt and tequila
Calicoes make the blood cold,
G
What you need is an army to harm me
C
I'm no coward, problem reliant
C
Told Major how to hold platers
G
Pulled up in front the nigga house,
Like an air player, fold paper,
air hood, hoe haters
G
C
On both sides of the equator,
G
C
no shit straight up
Some want it, some don't,
G
C
some do, some won't
Most spend while the other
can't respect the front
Em
Bust a whole zipper right down,
sell them chunks
G
C
After the first,
Em
C
leave the rope for the rest of the month
G
Em
C
It's my daily reality, the shit I witness
G
White t -shirt, pants sag, real suspicious
C
Money is more to the father than rogues
G
C
In the hood you'll see it all real or bogus
G
Ride something clean just to be noticed
Put dick in a woman's jeans
just to be hoes
C
Blow trees, stay high as a locust
G
C
On the block with my guys and hoes
G
C
Do a move and get caked like hoes
Am
Give it to em in my old school
Em
C
Hope for a millionaire, I'll still be there
Em
Wild niggas gotta lie
C
when they feel me there
Catch a grimy in the gutter,
cuz a skrill be there
That's how I live,
Em
C
so if they kill me there, say a prayer
G
Em
C
For my mother and my people's prayer
G
But until then, as I live,
G
Though I live by the gun,
Em
Can't feel that, them peepin' square
C
Em
And me, I'm all num b to the bullshit,
C
Em
But I will touch shit if we go there
C
G
It ain't fair how my eagle tear
through your hero wear
C
Feel me on him like the measles player
I will leave none spared
Em
The general, the women know
G
The nigga roll original and
Catch him on the turf top
cause he's so rare
Yup, yup, whistle right there
G
C
Money is more to the father than rogues
Em
C
In the hood you'll see it all real or bogus
G
Ride something clean just to be noticed
Put dick in a woman's
jeans just to be posh
C
G
Blow trees, stay high as a locust
C
On the block with my guys, post it
Em
C
Am
Do a move and get caked like hoes
Em
C
Em
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I take it back, to one way in ,
one way out, G block,
Em
C
when it was no crack rocks,
just gold weed and high,
when AC was full blast,
Em
the 4th school got shot,
C
didn't have to have a gap,
niggas head up, bop,
K Street vibe was gettin' wopped,
Peter Rich ran the grinders off the spot,
Soy Street is where I walked,
G
in front of Big Mama house,
C
I saw a dude with his helmet blew off,
C
but I'll tell you about Ben,
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Em
that nigga was a beast,
C
O .G. Crestland, back when Family Feud
Am
wrecked a bike and got up skin
Em
C
had the caddy with the television
And only Battlefield was behind Griffin
You can learn something if you just listen
When I was young I wanted
money like Michael Fish
Em
And to act savage like
G
C
Money is more to the father than rogues
Em
C
In the hood you'll see it all real or bogus
Em
G
Ride something clean just to be no ticed
Put dick in a woman's
jeans just to be hoes
G
Blow trees, stay high as a locust
C
On the block with my guys mostly
C
Do a move and eat cake like hoses
Em
Am
Give it to em if I own a school,
Em
Am
ain't some bullshit
Outro 1
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