Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
Am
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse 2
Am
Stuck in the e'eryday struggle,
only mines is hourly
Jungle full of wolves with a few
lions that's cowardly
Used to make it hot,
even that was too mild for me
School of hard knocks,
F
tried to make the teacher proud of me
Am
F
Sue me, script straight out of a movie
Too late, won't get kicked
and pushed like Lupe
Am
From groupies to housewives,
from scams to skirmish
From sane to loco, from hustler to hermit
Verse 3
Am
You let niggas plot and believe
me they goin' try
My nigga been shot nine
times and won't die
become death threats
When they want you on your death bed
Am
and you ain't been put to rest yet
You in ICU
See the gunman in your head,
damn can't wait 'til I see dude
Hate hospitals,
I don't wanna go see dude
Know I love you to death,
I feel it's no need to
Verse 4
Am
bloody
F
hallways and project windows
Am
F
Dice games, thick clouds of project indo
Am
Niggas creepin' off with
E
Am
the project nympho
Or plain clothes searching for
some project info
Projects I resemble,
so I don't stand out lookin' clean cut
Hangin 'round the project kinfolk
Cutthroats and liars,
connects and suppliers
Fiends and they buyers,
liquor store right by us
F
Kicks
Verse 5
over the wire
If you Dave Blaine start choking in the water,
send in the divers
E
Show dudes the real definition of survivor
Am
E
In my mind I'm butt naked walking
Am
E
Am
through the fire
Oxymoron, stubborn as a brick y'all
I'm a five star suite with
the view of a brick wall
A high class scumbag,
conceited nobody
F
Popular stranger, I see shit like nobody
Verse 6
A Tarantino, Martin Scorsese
Coming up,
Am
F
I was that nigga they called crazy
Am
E
In my hood, they like fuck 'em all,
gotta pay me
Am
Then get shot in the ass for
E
Am
thinking it's all gravy
I'm on my third C.I. now
E
Am
And my bitch running round
like she a P.I. now
Going through his phone book
and his Levi's now
E
Am
It's two choices,
chillax or leave right now
Verse 7
right now,
ain't ya ordinary rapper dude
Menace To Society, a nigga with a attitude
Am
E
A soul of mischief, I know all about that
Am
Poor righteous teacher, nah,
more like a outcast
Verse 8
And I'm out with that
Am
That's the word of the day, Jersey
Jump off, runnin' my shit
E
Am
right out
F
Am
Don't turn me off there
My jazz shit, bro
E
Am
That's the word of the day man, huh
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