Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
C
Em
D
I'm
just a picture
Bm
Em
in a frame
Am
man, I paint word pictures
Em
on the canvas of life
Bm
but I don't control the colors
Verse 2
Em
Bm
Em
Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas,
that shit scary
Am
sometimes I feel ahead of myself
I hear this voice in the back of my mind
D
like "Mac maintain, just grind,
Bm
D
dog, better yourself"
Em
So what I do?,
Bm
Em
I take heed and pick up the pace
Bm
can't explain it when I pick
Em
Bm
up my son & look at my face
Am
I'm like a black rose growin' in
the concrete crack in the pavement
there that voice go again "Mac
D
practice for greatness,
get paid for them immaculate
Em
statements"
Bm
Em
Bm
Em
Keep thinkin of them hotlines, like a physic,
Bm
I can't explain it
There's no pen when I write it,
Am
there's nothing like it..
Verse 3
Am
Dm
God damn, what you want from me,
D
what you want me to tell you huh?
Em
Bm
Em
Niggas thought that I would stutter huh,
Bm
Em
thought I was dumb
Verse 4
Bm
But I ain't used to use my mind,
Am
I used to just... use my 9
and run wild with my boys,
in the streets wild with these wars
D
now the Qu'ran and 48 laws,
Bm
D
they polish my floors
Em
Bm
I'm moving niggas like puppets with
Em
Bm
no strings attached
Em
It's nothin' for Beans, so you know
Bm
it ain't a thing for Mac
Am
to look in your eyes, see through your heart,
know what you fearin'
pick you apart,
like you niggas is transparent
D
(I see right through you niggas)
Bm
It's like Mac was born with
D
advanced parents
Em
Bm
Em
I'm like the Sun shining at night,
Bm
imagine it dog,
Em
Bm
I know you want to see me gradually fall
Am
but I'm walkin on air,
braking every gravity law
nothing like it...
Dm
D
I spit words that skip through air
G
D
let the words of a true thug
Em
Bm
hit your ear,
Em
Bm
it change colors like blue blood
Em
Bm
when it hit the air
it's nothin' like it...
Am
God damn,
Verse 5
Dm
D
shit, I can't ex plain it
Fuck y'all niggas
Em
Bm
I changed my whole life..
Verse 6
Em
Bm
Em
in about 9months,
Bm
just like sperm in a womb
Am
these young niggas never
learn 'til they doomed
try to tell them "you can burn young punk,
without smelling the fuse"
D
make you shiver in the middle of June,
Em
paintin' pictures so vivid,
Bm
Em
Bm
you can hang it up in your room
shine bright like a prism,
Am
displaying colors like Crayola
think of the prisons with straight soldiers
think about the niggas who fucked
us and played over us
D
Bm
think about the mothers who suffered
D
and prayed over us
Em
Bm
Em
Just look at the the picture I've painted,
Bm
it's so perfect
Em
Bm
open your eyes motherfuckers,
Am
you can't duck us
no survivors every soul shall suffer,
I'm loadin them revolvers
every shell shall touch ya
D
Em
I promise I'll light your ass with these mags,
D
Em
I'ma bust ya
Bm
Em
Bm
God damn it's nothin' like it,
Em
I'm serious
Bm
Verse 7
Am
can't explain how I write it..
Outro 1
Am
D
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Am
Dm
D
Am
D
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Am
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