Tonart: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
Dm
G
Dm
Am
F
Am
I got my mind up,
Dm
F
G
Roll the weed now, let's get bluntin'
Dm
Why they al ways tryna tell
F
me somethin'?
Am
G
Am
Keep it real, we ain't never frontin'
Am
G
police tryin' to arrest me
Dm
F
Never smokin', all so stress -free
G
Am
But let me show you how we do it tonight
I wake up early in the mornin',
F
G
hit the weed after I brush my teeth
My phone goin' off, I'm like,
who fuckin' with me?
Am
F
It's my pony flick Vic,
Am
G
on the way to get some fetty
Am
Give me five, ten minutes,
hit you back when I'm ready
G
I need to get me some more
I might just cop me a cent,
Am
on the way to the store
F
On the phone with the plug,
Am
G
had to put that shit down
Am
Cause some dude tryna meme up, ah shit
F
It's my boy in a Beamer
He said, what up, boo?
Am
What's goin' down tonight?
F
Am
Boy, you know I got a show,
and you know there'll be hoes
Bring a 40 and some 40
and some weed to smoke
G
He said, all right bet,
I got back on the phone
Dm
G
Dm
Try to run me a check,
Am
cause if it don't make dollars
It don't make sense, I'm home run,
hitting out the fence
G
Am
F
I got my mind up on some money
G
Roll the weed now, let's get blinded
Dm
Why they al ways trying to
G
Am
Keep it real, we ain't never frontin'
Am
G
Whole lives trying to arrest me
Dm
F
Never smoking, I'm so stressed with
G
But let me show you how
Now I think it's that time
F
we pull up on the scene
G
Sometimes them suckas that behave,
they can't be like me
F
Am
like them cops down the street
G
Watch out cause nowadays
Am
they be shootin' what they eat
So I keep my cool,
F
but you know I gotta eat
G
On the ground for some cheese
Half a million in my pocket,
Am
what I really wanna see
F
Am
G
I see suckas like you everyday,
Riding with my day one,
F
smoking on the flaming tree
they remember me
Am
F
Am
But it's back to this 40 I was sippin'
Chronic rollin', I've been getting paid
G
It's been a good day in California
Dm
Better tuck your chain
G
Dm
before they run up on ya
Am
Tough guy, think he tough,
F
Am
he don't really want it
If you ain't passin' me that good,
Dm
F
I got my mind up on some money
Dm
F
G
Roll the weed now, let's get blinded
Dm
Why they al ways tryna tell
F
me somethin'?
Am
G
Am
Keep it real, we ain't never frontin'
Am
G
Whole lives tryin' to arrest me
Dm
F
Never smokin' on some stress weed
G
But let me show you how
G
F
Am
Dm
I got my mind up on some money
G
Dm
Am
Why they always tryna tamper
F
Am
with my shit?
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