Tonart: E minor
Intro 1
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
I'm always known to hold mine
Busy on the phone line,
talking about them old times
Reminiscing,
no repetition in my system
Forever spitting if you do
or do not want to listen
G
Em
On melodies,
Am
telling these tales of inner visions
Friends with felonies,
no bail when you live in prison
Em
I'm still looking for that better place
Am
Even on a heavy plate,
going somewhere where no one ever hates
But that's impossible,
I'm hopping over obstacles
I got a Cyclops,
Em
Am
I've goblins on my optical
All got problems popping,
Em
Tate's a popular option
Am
Em
Drinking toxic nonsense, not stopping
Am
Off the top plotting,
Em
I've been rock bottom
Am
G
I've been on the block
Am
where the cops don't solve problems
Em
Believe me, I'm honest
Am
I put that on my mama
Some MC's ain't as street
as they persona
Am
ain't your suicide bomber
Em
Am
Runnin' shy, ruin guys,
got no time for the drama
G
Em
Rhyme with my partner till I cease,
rest in peace
Am
Em
It's Dub Phonics
Am
Midwest to the Middle East
everybody's gonna struggle
Am
Everybody's gotta hustle,
Em
get your money, get your money
I see the light,
put up a fight to finally make it
Am
It's the sign of Satan
takin' all the good about
Some people real,
some people fakin'
Straight away from evil,
Am
invitations in my location
Em
I float alone as a soul on a dome
Am
Em
Blowing you away like faux faux's
Am
Em
Am
Em
you don't
Am
Em
A story is told of
men that are bold
where the weather's ice cold
Em
Nice fold, yeah I live on that road
Am
I'm all in, a hustle is a hustle
Em
Do what I do to draw ends
Y 'all vegetables is questionable
Am
Like hitting some raw scans for me
This is where it all begins.
the city of the damned.
Am
Fools tossed in a pit
Em
like the silence of the lambs.
Thought that was your mans,
but your man demands money.
Am
That fast cash ain't gon' last your ass,
Am
Niggas run up with a black mask,
Em
Am
now you sleepin' with a black bass.
Em
Keep on talkin' with your wack ass.
I'm not flossin',
talkin' my business often.
Am
Low key with the cheese till
Never offer my soul at any auction.
who you think you watchin'?
Em
It's hard runnin' round
feelin' misunderstood
Am
You know what's goin' down
if you a boy from the hood
I've enjoyed what I could
Break bread, make noise
Am
if you know what's really good
everybody's gonna struggle
Am
Everybody's gotta hustle,
get your money, get your money
put up a fight to finally make it
Am
It's the sign of Satan takin' all the
Em
good about the population
Some people real,
some people fakin'
Straight away from evil,
Am
Em
Am
invitations in my location
Em
I float alone as a soul on its own
Am
Blowin' you away like 4
-4's in your dome
G
Em
This is why your rap book
ain't fit for my scrapbook
Am
Stick to the back hook, givin' us wack looks
Em
Am
I exist, tireless, fire fist
Till your crew retire, they wireless
Am
I see a flesh safer bein' beerless
Em
I fear less, style's not just priceless
Am
It's peerless, your profile's kinda ugly
Em
You wear stress over dress
Yet you don't address your issues
Am
Sleepin' alone make a
mess of your tissues
Em
I'm blessed with the best crews,
that's sketch to test you
it's me and meal to the rescue
Am
the epitome of reppin' the game
You lack the key ingredients,
respectin' the name
We flex flame like constant,
Em
Am
keep it in drive
Em
Am
You dead beats ain't set,
he can't believe you alive
everybody's gonna struggle
Am
Everybody's gotta hustle,
get your money, get your money
Am
Em
put up a fight to finally make it
Am
It's the sign of Satan takin' all
the good about the population
some people fakin'
Straight away from evil,
invitations in my location
Em
I float alone as a soul on its own
Am
Blowing you away like foe,
Em
Am
Em
foes to the dome
Em
Am
Am
Am
Am
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