Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
F
These streets
Am
E
Am
ain't got no rules,
I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you ain't got nothin' to lose,
Em
then I ain't fuckin' with you, my n***a
Am
These streets ain't got no rules,
F
Am
I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you ain't got nothin' to lose,
then I ain't fuckin' with you, my n***a
Should I cop a plea or fight him?
Am
And that bullshit don't excite me, fuck if
F
Am
you don't like it I got n****s hidin' they hoes,
Am
I heard n****s gettin' tried,
F
they shows need another hype, man
Am
I got this sexy chocolate bun and
F
exo -fuckin' light skin
Am
I was textin' bout some money,
ho, I'm nothin' like them
E
Am
I was geeked out to tens,
I still don't need no new friends
They say they beefin' with
Slim, well, I believe it when I see him
E
Am
I'm coast -to -coast with this shit,
E
my reputation precedes me
Am
I really ain't fuckin' with n****s,
they either ungrateful or greedy
They say it's hard, but it's felt,
F
you gotta take it or leave it
Am
You either hate it or love it,
you better stay with the heater
Em
Am
Because these streets ain't got no rules,
ain't got nothin' to prove
If you ain't got nothin' to lose,
Em
then I ain't fuckin' with you, my nigga
Am
These streets ain't got no rules,
F
Am
ain't got nothin' to prove
If you ain't got nothin' to lose,
then I ain't fuckin' with you, my nigga
These streets ain't got no love, nigga,
you ain't got no plug, leave em'
Residue on my
Adidas, heater for a buzzer, beat it
In the car where I keep it, I'm clutch it,
I don't fuck with people
Paper like a trapper keeper,
safe look like I rap for
QC
Free
C murder, I was takin' notes from
Master
P
Idolizing
Soulja
Slim, are y 'all really down
to die with me?
I stay in my mirror so don't
pull up on the side of me
I got mine with me,
G
I'ma ask questions later
Am
They don't even need private eyes, go on
Am
Stop tryin' to impress them haters,
and invest the paper
I got the 20s and 50s in a bag right
there and the blue strips separated
Am
you a loser if you hesitate
E
G#m
These streets ain't got no rules,
Am
I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you ain't got nothin' to lose,
then I ain't fuckin' with you, my nigga
These streets ain't got no rules,
and I ain't got nothin' to prove
If you ain't got nothin' to lose,
then I ain't fuckin' with you, my nigga
God damn it, you're a goddamn genius
Am
You must have a goddamn
IQ of 160
Outro 1
You are goddamn gifted
Am
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