Tonart: G major•
Verse 1
Bm
Yo, I'm six foot two and a half
With shoes on, make it three even
Been shot, but I'm still breathing
Send niggas back to Pittsburgh
With they necks wrapped up, no lie
See, that's what happens
Dubs cry when a thug die
It might rain if you a love guy
Bm
Am
Glocks we totem and balloon,
pawn shops where we resold them
Ain't goin' in,
A
Bm
we let the fiends hold them,
fake illnesses
No driver's license or socials,
but we critique shit
So many hammers left
the clerks speechless
Outdoors my niggas is dirty,
rollin' smoke in the backseat
Am
Sippin' orange juice, bumpin' black streets,
suede wallets
Wallabies, pea soup cloths,
music blastin'
Bm
Laughin' with the whip in park,
Am
bodies for lunch, they eat those
Old school guns is like old albums,
Bm
clean them and they keep those
Every day man, it's rough outside.
Fat cats is buying all night.
Handguns is necessary.
Walk around, you might lose your life.
Am
Anywhere in Atlanta, tell me.
Bm
The same in every hood, it's so real.
Am
That you gotta be on your grizzly.
Bm
If not, oh you might get bitten.
One day right,
over a powerful dice game
in Minnesota.
We hit the mall up and kicks slid.
Another word bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar cheese back,
we lost him earlier
Am
Get back, the dice is shakin'
Stretchin' my arm like Troy Aikman
What's in the bank, nigga, what?
Bm
Am
Twelve grand, bowl him
No little shit, on the floor, roll him
That's what I do
Bm
Shake some girls, hit his kicks
I'm a steal,
show that motherfucka he fish
Pound cake, beat that bitch
Holy smoke, I mind your roll
Two fours and a five,
they all applause when he smile
But confident in me, yeah,
Am
I threw my twelve on the ground
Grab the dice, blowin' em'
A
Passed off the other 35, doin' them
Bm
Am
Nigga moves, shoot him
Wish that you're rollin' five 20 and better,
y 'all, I'm takin' on side bets
Bm
Everybody spread out
Watch the magic number
that my pretty hand let out
My first roll was one too far
Pick him up, somebody screamed out
Tony Stark's headin' for the dust store
I'm like, hell no,
I'm headin' for the gun store
Am
Punch you in your motherfuckin'
face like Spongebob
Bm
Watch his face when he aced the place,
got quiet
Am
Wrote like 20, 40 times,
my arm got tired
Bm
Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce
Took a swig of my mask,
who's anything just to
give me a damn boost
Then out came a wonderful six, holy shit,
stack that shit and drive D
Snatch that fucking dream quick,
that was one one six, one sixteen point C
Am
And I don't care about no motherfucking
Roy's grade
He pulled out, he pointed at me,
Am
My main man pointed at them,
they pulled their guns out
A
Am
an d pointed at him
Bm
In crazy shadows they
was coming through
Hey man, it's rough outside,
bank hands is buying all night,
Handguns is necessary,
fuck around you might lose your life,
Am
Anywhere in Atlanta,
Bm
tell me, we're saving every hood,
that you gotta be on your wits' end,
Bm
If not, oh you might get picked in.
And just in, breaking news,
today in downtown Minnesota,
A tragic shootout occurred at 5 .23pm. An
Am
alleged witness says things went haywire
over a dice game.
Two black males were shot
in their buttocks,
Bm
Am
leaving one critically wounded.
Two others were pronounced dead
on the crime scene.
Bm
At a nearby hospital,
three New York men are recovering
in stable condition,
Bm
but are being held under police
supervision at this time.
For On The Spot coverage, TheodoreTV,
this is Dusty Williams signing off.
Now back to Tony Stark's
Already In Progress.
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