Tonart: C minor
Intro 1
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
E
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
I 'member back when I used to get schooled
Talking bout when everyone
I knew used to be cool
Running round brainless
yeah we used to be fools
Grab a chain,
pawn shop had no use for the jewels
Am
I knew what I wanted
Dm
had no use for schools
I got kicked out of,
had no use for the rules
Then all of a sudden
I'm shooting at dudes
A nigga couldn't make slips
of the stupidest move
Back when it used to be safe
I love Pecknam guess I'm
used to the place
Am
Talking bout the trap yes I'm
Dm
used to the race
Early morning bagging up
Am
in a room full of base
All for the love of the taste
Dm
They used to come and see
me and it used to be laced
Am
Remember when a nigga used
to drink Hennessy chased
Dm
Now I'm so stressed my
Courvoisier's usually straight
Am
A lot of devils in the game but I move
Dm
with the saints
There's nothing for a nigga to
get your movement erased
E
You lose a nigga man you can't
get that shooter replaced
Dm
Every way that you ever
thought it usually ain't
Am
Im looking outside and
Dm
its cold out
Thinking how much longer can i hold out
I've had enough and I've said
it out my own mouth
I guess its in for the new,
Am
Dm
throw the old out
Am
Skeletons in nigga's closest
Dm
let the skulls out
Am
Dm
I'm out here on my own nigga no doubt
But if its on niggas strap
it up and roll out
Christmas niggas wrapping up
your whole house
Am
Dm
I 'member back when it used to be hard
Old school days back when we
used to be dawgs
Back when it used to be laughs
Bag of weed days back when
Am
it used to be halves
But a nigga's gotta step up
Dm
and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight gotta
Am
loosen the grasp
Is he spitting real shit you'll stupid to ask
Dm
When fake niggas can't understand
Am
and make stupid remarks
Some niggas even think dumber
like moving to clark
Dm
Like hes ever portrayed that hes
E
a yute to be crossed
Niggas put faces on and get
used to the mask
Dm
Then its like they get confused
Bm
Dm
Am
and lose where they are
G
Dm
G#
Dm
Rolling with my yute in the car
G#
Hes laughing while he holds a
Dm
Am
balloon in his arms
G#
Thinking back to when I used
Am
to wipe poo off his arse
G#
For him not to grow up like me i'll
Am
Dm
be schooling his arse
G#
Am
On the road to redemption,
Dm
there's too many tasks
I'd like to tell my whole story
but there's too many parts
Am
But anything you need to know
Dm
all you do is just ask
Show him guidance so he don't
Am
ruin his chance
Cos growing up got me
Dm
thinking more wisely
Done a lot of silly shit to piss
Am
of the almighty
Dm
So if I got to his heavenly gates
And I was standing outside
Am
do you think he'll invite me?
Dm
All for a couple of pound
The big spliff in my mouth and
Am
a cup of that brown
Dm
A .45 and a couple of rounds
To be the niggas well known to
Am
make duppies in town
The street life has its ups
Dm
and its downs
Even the craziest yute ain't
Am
as tough as he sounds
E
It's just that fear factor got
him off of the ground
Dm
The last thing he heard that brudda scream now
Bm
Dm
Am
he's stuck with the sound
And you'll never forget that it happened
E
That's the way it goes down right
C
from ghetto to Clapham
Am
I can't lie I'm upset
E
that's the pattern
Dm
That's why every track you hear
Em
is infected with passion
Dm
F
Em
I accept the importance
Am
Em
Them mad streets where
F
I stepped in them Jordans
Thats why every time I open
E
my eyes in the morning
Am
I thank God just for blessing my organs
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