Tonart: D# minor
Intro 1
Fm
Eb
Cm
Db
Eb
Now my grandma happy,
Verse 1
Fm
got my shit together
Eb
Told bro we'll take the town
together
Db
Every time bro catch a beat
we do that shit
together I know he got two
phones but I still sent
the letter
Cm
Cause I know how that feel
Fm
Don't prepare me to know where to
rap I feel like my shit real
Eb
Frontin' bows and fuckin'
niggas hoes
Before I got a deal
Db
Love for sure, but you done broke the code,
I don't know how to feel it
And I ain't told nobody, no for real,
Fm
since I got a meal, I'm tied in
Another bloody summer in
Eb
Atlanta, then lost five friends
Mama told me that water was cold,
Db
I still had dived in
Never let a n***a take me out,
this beef, we dine in
Dawg done lost his mind, I pray to
Fm
God to help him find it
I was in a dark spot,
Eb
but I came back and I broke the knob
Remission my country boy for a profit,
Db
now a n***a run the charge
Don't need your comin' off,
this the shit that I live for
At least five n****s
Lord, it ain't my fault, she don't got morals
Eb
I got rich, I'm a life story,
I left the streets in a
paddy wagon,
Db
I came back and got right to it
Never question my
Lord, tear a bitch that deep, then don't
do it,
Eb
Seem to go my hardest when
Fm
I'm goin' through it
Doin' that, said I'm done,
Eb
but then I double back
Are you dumb?
Db
You the one, and I'm because of that
Firearm, always on me,
I be clutchin' that
Know I'm wrong,
Eb
how your fucker playin'
Russian roulette?
Fm
All my life I had to fight, I feel like
Mike
Eb
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Db
Bitches every other night,
Bbm
Db
I'm paged in
Eb
I'ma always play my part,
Fm
if it fucked up, I know it was
And shit, I still ain't drop my hardest shit
Eb
I'm tryna get on some harder shit,
my mind still in apartments
Db
My account say I need to slow it down,
I need
New
York garments,
Close my eyes and think about
Where I come from when
I'm performin'
Eb
Fm
I'm on top of every dime,
I check my balance every mornin'
Eb
I'm relaxin' with the bad one,
they be askin',
Can they join us?
Db
And my lil' friends so crip,
Nigga, these bracelets, 60 partners
And them
Maybachs back -to -back
on the south side,
Eb
Fm
I'm puttin' on for my people,
them say the wrong words
We deletin' him,
Eb
no doubt about it, they believe in him
Won't let him down,
I promise, I really cried
Db
Marlowe died, I felt it all in my stomach
On the same shit that I been on,
they ain't never
switchin' my formula,
Fm
I remember they made fun of me
Can't be with nobody under me,
these lil' n****s
Eb
shit under me, I'm way up on them,
honestly
Db
Four buildings in the last month,
I'm boostin' up
my economy,
Bbm
Db
Four million, that was this week
Which one of y 'all wanna
Fm
Yeah, do it that, said I'm done
Eb
But then I double back,
are you dumb?
Db
And I'm because of that,
fire on, always on me
I be clutchin' that, know I'm wrong,
I ain't a fucker
Playin'
Fm
all my life I had to fight
I feel like
Eb
Mike, shootouts every other
week, we had that
Db
Bitches every other night,
I'm cashed that
Eb
I'ma always play my part,
Fm
Eb
Db
never fucked by no awards and shit
Eb
you
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