Tonart: Gb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
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Big told me fuck bitches get money
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Hov told me that the money
Bm
Em
ain't a thang
Gm
Kanye said wait till I get
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my money right
D
Then you can't tell me nothin
Verse 2
Em
And then you lose it all
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And you back where you came from
D
And now you face to face
with your day ones
Bm
The sun goes away and the
rain comes
The codeine fades and the pain
comes
D
You having trouble picking your face up
Verse 3
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Em
You not rich if you don't got something
Bm
that the world can't take
D
You got ranks that a war can't break
the forbes can't rate
You so firm that your core
You got a smile that the poor
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They tryna take your joy out your life
Verse 4
D
The good thing is you can take
Bm
the noise out ya life
Let em hate. Never let them
Bm
Play the game and you make
Verse 5
Verse 6
Give this bitch a Oscar
Em
Gotta show the fans love
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Fixing up my posture
D
Gm
Hungry for approval
Verse 7
Eating all the lies up
Bm
Gm
Learning it was never bout
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the money though
Bm
Niggas really coming for your soul
Take the status and the roll
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And the pateq and the rolls
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And the mansion and the clothes
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Knowing it'll make you fold
Verse 8
When it's loud
Stand my ground
I just shake it off
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You on the ground
Bm
And I'm praying that
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Ain't it ironic how they wanna see me
Verse 9
D
down
Em
Bm
And I can only see em when
I'm looking down
D
We been sleeping in and cooking out
Bm
D
Shoot straight like my rook is out
Views great. Glad we took the route
Verse 10
Freedom fighters aren't looking south
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Em
Niggas wonder how
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we good in droughts
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Heaven only knows. So many Blessings,
that I couldn't count
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Devil nested in my trees till
I shook em out
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My fire put a third degree
Verse 11
on people tryna put it out
Em
Bm
D
You only hurting you son
Preying on me and I'm praying
Don't trip, know it's win some,
lose some
D
All about the giveback, get some
Em
Bm
Per fection is overrated And I
Verse 12
Bm
D
ain't done fucking up just yet
Bm
Em
Hate my guts while you cut that check
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Bm
D
I left the slums, I ain't come back yet
By the beach when I come back west
Verse 13
Em
Told the press, no comment
Bm
D
Can we have a minute of your time
Don't got it
Bm
Lie, cheat, put it on the street,
no hiding
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Bm
Niggas always coming for my
Verse 14
To breach my profits
I walk away when it's funny and sour
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I'm a simple kinda man, you can
Show me that you love
me with flowers
D
I'm dead broke if you want
me for dollars
Verse 15
Em
I got the look of Mandela
D
All these years in a prison
Still I fair better
Bm
Even in the craziest conditions
I'ma thrive still
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Bm
Hit you with a smile still
D
Knowing there's a reason im alive still
Outro 1
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