Tonart: F minor
Intro 1
Em
C
G
Em
C
G
Em
C
G
Em
C
G
Verse 1
Em
I
lost my yank and I swear that shit make my soul cry
C
When I'm on stage, I be nervous,
Em
Used to be flashin' from guns,
C
G
but it be the phones now
brothers look like water in it
C
Not supposed to have it on me,
G
but I still be rollin' with it
Em
I cannot get caught without it,
shootings happen every minute
C
N****s mad about bitches,
G
I been hit since I was in elementary
Em
Wonder how it feel to see me
go from school to television
C
G
Never want my life for some fame,
but I won't let them get it
Em
Promise not to change, stay the same,
got my dawgs with me
C
G
Flashes on the stage, it's not the police,
got my dawg tripped
Em
Shout out to them n****s that was
dissin', tell them catch up with me
C
And I changed my life, I pray to
G
God, and I pay for killin'
Em
Six figures on lawyers, free
Lil'
Looney, jury found him guilty
G
send a crime when he free, I'm buyin' a
Benton
Em
I lost my neck and I swear
that shit make my soul cry
C
When I'm on stage, I be nervous,
Em
Used to be flashin' from guns,
C
G
but it be the phone line
Rolex look like water in it
C
Not supposed to have it on me,
G
but I'll still be rollin' with it
Em
I cannot get caught without it,
shootings happen every minute
C
N****s mad about it, b****es, I been
G
lit since I was in elementary
Em
They ain't wanna see me make it, them
n****s was goaltending
C
Pull up in that go- salon,
G
I don't have a soul with me
Em
Cause everybody changed before I
had a chance to get here
G
remember shopping at the
Goodwill
Em
Remember it was dark and I ain't think
no one would find me
C
Now I walk on stage and all them flashing
Em
Rich and still hurt,
I'm shedding tears in this designer
C
Focus on this paper cause
G
they folding up like binders
Em
I'm on me, I'm city rollin' I'm hurt,
G
Em
Man, by bitches, I don't get it,
I just guess I'm different
C
You probably see y walkin' down the
G
aisle, I let the gang hear the
Em
One half of a rapper,
the other one in life and cryin'
C
I'm his lady, feelin' raw,
G
I know he with a cane of mine
Em
Me no talk, the police up, no cap,
he known for stayin' quiet
G
I'm still dyin' on the inside
Em
My life ridiculous, f*** a sentence,
gotta ride with it
C
G
I know n****s had it on
them and they died with it
because it's certain shit we don't consider
G
we gon' cut they block off, we
Em
DCLs
I lost my youngin', I swear
that shit made my soul cop
C
When I'm on stage, I be nervous,
Em
Used to be flashin' from guns,
C
but it be the phone, now
G
Em
Ooh, quarter- million runs,
look like water in it
C
Not supposed to have it on me,
G
but I still be rollin' with it
Em
I cannot get caught without it,
shootings happen every minute
C
Niggas mad about bitches,
G
I been lit since I was in elementary
Em
I run with some poachers and some
slimes back there in
Pinnaparty
C
Niggas mad about bitches,
G
I been niggas since I was in kindergarten
Em
I can't get mad, I feel y'all,
Outro 1
didn't think that I would get this far
C
G
Em
C
G
Em
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