Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
F
Am
Adim
Yeah,
East
Coast,
Am
West
Adim
Coast, I don't give a fuck
F
Am
Y 'all niggas can't see me
F
Adim
Rappin', scrappin', cappin'
Am
Y 'all niggas just yappin'
F
Lookin' to these snake eyes,
nigga
Am
Sometimes I feel the marijuana
Em
Am
shippin' through me
F
I'm yellin' fuck the world but
B
F
ain't nobody listenin' to me
Am
Just hang smokin', got my brain open,
Em
Am
my game potent
Like the
Doja,
Em
Am
F
Taz right on my ass, but I
Am
E
Keep my composure,
Em
I'm a soldier rockin' the
Boja's, tryna get over
Am
F
My hustle never stops,
B
Eb
Cm
I'm back on the block, stackin'
Yola
B
I push way through my
Am
runnin' mates and I re -cop
That pearly white,
Em
Am
got him right back to
B
D -Spot
Get high all night,
E
Em
Am
it ain't no lovin' a dope man hardy, homie
Gotta get my luchi,
B
Eb
F
I'm dreamin' bout niggas comin' for me
Cm
B
They tryna shoot me, it's a cold,
Am
Em
Am
cold game, man
But money ain't a thing,
F
Eb
I do whatever to maintain
F
B
And you should do the same,
Am
I got my hand
F
Once we came in,
Am
it was crackin', y 'all
B
Ended up addicted to the money,
F
weed, an d alcohol
Am
Em
In my vision, if I slip, I see prison
Am
It ain't no comin' back home,
so I keep my
shit tight
F
Keep trippin' an d get
my chips right, it's
B
F
on to the fullest
Am
If niggas is hatin', I'm terminatin'
Like
B
Schwarzenegger,
F
B
pocket check from the torture bag I'm filled with
Am
LG, so y smell me?
It's funk season,
puttin' the smash down on whatever breed
F
B
Never leave no evidence
E
Em
Am
My snake eyes glow
when I'm off the hydro
F
We ride slow,
D#
B
mainly with my mind on survival
Am
Em
We psycho, only roll with
Am
homies I would die for
B
We like no other mother
Cm
B
fuckers that you miss, oh
E
Em
E
Am
We schizo, ballin' out to get more
F
B
We get chose by thick hoes
with big dough
F
B
Probably cause we spit flows
Am
and rip shows
Pushing six foes and sitting
Em
low out of control
Am
B
B
Like there ain't shit left to live for
F
Em
My raps, it's stimulating,
Am
intimidating them seeds
F
I stay heated like the sun
B
F
at 10 ,000 degrees
B
Am
Em
On the run, like referees,
Am
best to ease on back
F
B
High class, we ride fast like
Christopher
Reeves on crack
E
Am
No string attached,
we bring the straps to the battle just in case
F
Cm
D#
D#m
I twist the game and I rearrange
B
Am
B
your motherfuckin' face
Am
Popped with the
Em
Am
Glock and all I saw was blood
Em
Am
B
Tried to cross the wrong thug
F
B
Now he smoke like
Em
Am
Bud, I guess he look like
Hud
Y 'all niggas can't see tape out naked
B
Eb
I'm ass full speed,
F
B
if you need a demonstration
F
Cm
Em
Am
I'm a vet, I can lie to y
'all, I'm a game authentic
I drink and drive,
Eb
Cm
and smoke a lot of bomb
F
They call me a menace,
Am
Em
I'm down to fight to the fin ish
Am
F
I put it all on the line,
B
three years away from 30
F
But I'm still on the grind,
B
Am
I try to let it go
But the streets keep callin',
I'm pushin' galleys
D#m
F
B
Black the winery till I'm finally ballin'
Am
And if that s*** ever kill me,
I'ma rise from the dead
B
With a million -one racks
F
memorized in my head
B
Am
I'm huntin' n****s like the
Am
Poltergeist
B
I'm on your mind every
Am
time you roll the dice
Am
It's
Snake
Em
Eyes
Am
My snake eyes glow when
I'm off the hydro
Cm
We ride slow,
Eb
F
B
make me with my mom on survival
Am
We psycho,
Em
Am
only roll with homies I would die for
F
Eb
We like no oth er
F
B
motherf***ers next to
Nizzo
Am
Em
Am
We skitzo, pullin' out to get more
Cm
We get chose by thick hoes
with big dough
B
Probably cause we spit
Am
flows and rip shows
Push the 6 -4's and sit low out of control
Eb
B
Like it ain't shit left to live for
Am
Em
Ain't tryna play with my fetty,
Am
I gotta stay ready to die
B
Cm
Adim
I like to hold block up, like the 4th of
B
Am
Em
July I throw my set in the sky,
Am
we ride high off
E
Am
the doze yelling I'm still bangin'
Eb
B
B
your baby mama cock out
E
At the motel, like the
Em
S .A .D. I'm here to prove
Am
a sucker free
Am
F
B
Eb
So if you fuck with me, you
R .I .P.
B
That's on the
C cuz
I still got that
E
Em
D -Plug and the
Savage
Cali
Am
B -Mug
Em
Don't give a n***a no
Ebm
Am
Beryl weed, all we smoke is green buds
Em
No love for
Am
Nathan, but my riders and thugs
B
Ridin' this gang with my brain on drugs
They catch slugs,
Am
it's a murderous scene
Em
Am
Ain't no future rap,
Em
Am
I shoot through bodies, vaporize
Eb
B
Flames in my eyes, like
Am
Em
Medusa, I'm the angel of death
Am
On my way to third, heaven yellin'
B
F
Fuck the world, barely committin'
Am
B
1 -8 -7's,
Am
Em
I'm half -dead with long -ass bread
Am
From the state fed,
Em
Am
at war with the
B
Fresno
PD
Am
They want my head,
Am
can't no n***a in this ghetto see me
F
I run them off from big to small
Now these thug babies wanna ball
Am
Nothin' but the
Central
Cali hog in me
Countin'
G's and drop
B
F
C's and pushin' all the
D's
B
Em
We sky ballin',
Am
runnin' this shit like a marathon
B
Can't trust a hoe, we untouchable like
Am
Farrakhan,
Em
my momma never taught me no better
Am
So when I'm starving for cheddar,
Em
B
I pull a 2 -1 -1
F
B
E
B
With a brand new gun and this a gun deal
F
Em
Am
We come real, my boys touch wax,
and now we rich
F
B
With a gang of extra chimps,
Am
everything's on the bench
Am
And if these niggas try to
Em
Am
bang on my clique
We get off in some
F
G -shit, pull up, we let the heat spit
But all they saw was
Slate guys
Am
My
Em
Am
Slate guys glow when I'm off the hydro
We ride slow,
F
B
mainly with my mind on survival
Am
We psycho,
Em
Am
only roll with homies I would die for
E
B
We like no other mother
Am
Am
fuckers that you just know
We schizo,
Am
Em
Am
ballin' out to get more
Em
Am
Em
We get chose,
B
rock thick clothes with big dough
Am
Probably cause we spit flows
Am
and rip shows
Em
Am
Pussies exposed and sit low out of control
E
B
Like it ain't shit left to live for
E
Am
My
Em
Am
Em
Am
Slate guys glow when I'm off the hydro
B
We ride slow, baby,
F
B
with my mind on survival
B
Em
We psycho, honeyroad with
Am
Em
homies I would die for
Em
F
We like no other motherfuckers
that you gizmo
Em
Am
We skizzo, ballin' out to get more
Cm
We get chose, pop thick hoes,
F
whip it though
Probably cause we spit
flows and rip shows
Am
Pussies six -fold,
the shit flow out of control
F
Am
Mocking ain't shit left to live for
Em
Am
F
B
Am
F
Outro 1
Am
Em
Am
Good night
F
Am
Em
Am
Am
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