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N/A5 Aufrufe
Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Woo
Fm
Fm
I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, brazy)
Cm
Cm
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Fm
Fm
(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
Cm
Cm
badge (woo, woo, woo)
Fm
Fm
How I grew up, my momma was my
Db
Db
Fm
Fm
dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
in a pad (mansion)
Fm
Fm
I like to throw up when I think
about the crash (ugh, ugh)
Cm
Cm
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Fm
Fm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Eb
Eb
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Fm
Fm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin' too
Cm
Cm
fast (Soul)
Fm
Fm
Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take
Cm
Cm
a hold of me (hold)
Fm
Fm
Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
Cm
Cm
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 2
Fm
Fm
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies,
they eat (zombies)
Cm
Cm
Miss my grandma, she was humble
Fm
Fm
and sweet (grandma)
I don't speak, let the check talk
for me (check, woo)
Cm
Cm
I can't sleep 'less the TEC
Fm
Fm
in my reach (TEC)
Hit the dope, make me choke,
make me wheeze (choke)
Cm
Cm
Sip the dope,
Fm
Fm
help the pain at ease (hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean,
it was dirty (dirty)
Cm
Cm
Playin' football,
Fm
Fm
hide the fire in my girdle (Fire)
Gettin' locked up,
runnin' round in a circle (circle)
Eb
Eb
Fm
Fm
Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (murder,
murder, murder, murder)
Now my whole family hurtin'
(hurtin',hurtin',hurtin',hurtin')
Cm
Cm
Tryna see the light but we couldn't
Fm
Fm
pull the cur tain
(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurkin'
(night, night, night)
Eb
Eb
Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop
Fm
Fm
workin' (light, light, light)
Lookin' at my momma in her
eyes (momma)
Cm
Cm
Lookin' at me like a new
person (new person)
Fm
Fm
She tellin' me I need to slow
down (slow down)
Eb
Eb
The pain don't go away with the
Fm
Fm
Perky (slow down)
That was when the rap wasn't
working (wasn't working)
Cm
Cm
Living in the trap it's a
Fm
Fm
search (trap search)
See my grandma in a hearse
(grandma)
Eb
Eb
Fm
Fm
And Pistol P gone in the cas ket
Shot's fired nigga blasting (brrt)
Cm
Cm
Cops, they arrive start smashing
Fm
Fm
(woop, woop)
Opps we shoot shots like the
Mavericks (opps)
Cm
Cm
Vaults put the cash up and we
Fm
Fm
stash it (stash)
You flop, we doing numbers
can't imagine (hey)
Cm
Cm
Money tunnel when the roof
Fm
Fm
panoramic (skrt)
Count the bundles 'til my hand
start crampin' (cramp)
Cm
Cm
I come with the drip I need a
napkin (hey)
Verse 3
Fm
Fm
I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
Cm
Cm
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Fm
Fm
(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police
Cm
Cm
with no badge (woo, woo, woo)
Fm
Fm
How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Cm
Cm
in a pad (mansion)
Fm
Fm
I like to throw up when I think about
the crash (ugh, ugh)
Eb
Eb
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Fm
Fm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Cm
Cm
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Fm
Fm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Eb
Eb
Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
Fm
Fm
Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
Cm
Cm
hold of me (hold)
Fm
Fm
Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E ('sposed)
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 4
Fm
Fm
I been crossed out by my own brother
(woo, woo)
Cm
Cm
Ain't no rules in the street
Fm
Fm
don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Cm
Cm
Police 'bout to kick the door
Fm
Fm
now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the back streets thinkin'
'bout my brother
Db
Db
Cm
Cm
Prayin' that he come home to his
Fm
Fm
loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all
out the gutter
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it? (how?)
Cm
Cm
Niggas dying around the same time
Fm
Fm
I had a baby (hoo)
Here go the operator (operator)
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make
Fm
Fm
it (he ain't 'gon make it)
Now my mind going brazy (brazy)
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred
(I'm the cause of it)
Holdin' the revolver with the
laser (boop)
Eb
Eb
They done killed my nig ga start a war
Fm
Fm
bring the na tion (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss situation (boss)
Cm
Cm
Military basis when we travel 'cross the
Fm
Fm
na tion (military)
Double up the cup with
maple (woo)
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Fm
Fm
Abomination on your pa per I got acres
Black man when you walking
and you labeled
Cm
Cm
Beat the odds they don't
Fm
Fm
wanna see you greater
Db
Db
Fm
Fm
Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
Cm
Cm
Momma's crying cause the police
Fm
Fm
shot they ba bies
They crooked the motherland they done
took it (crooked)
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
They take us and lock us up
and throw the booklet (take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (shook it)
Cm
Cm
I hate the fame everybody keep on
Fm
Fm
Db
Db
Fm
Fm
looking (fame)
Cm
Cm
We done sold out Brooklyn (sold out)
Man I miss my Grandma
Fm
Fm
cookin' (grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm
gifted (like a don)
Eb
Eb
I'm a run the money up gotta
Cm
Cm
go and get it (hey)
Verse 5
Fm
Fm
I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
Cm
Cm
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Fm
Fm
(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
Cm
Cm
badge (woo, woo, woo)
Fm
Fm
How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Cm
Cm
in a pad (mansion)
Fm
Fm
I like to throw up when I think
Db
Db
Fm
Fm
about the crash (ugh, ugh)
Eb
Eb
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Fm
Fm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Cm
Cm
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Fm
Fm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Eb
Eb
Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
Fm
Fm
Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
Cm
Cm
hold of me (hold)
Fm
Fm
Bitches ain't shit,
Db
Db
Fm
Fm
got exposed by E ('sposed)
Cm
Cm
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)

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