Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Dm
F
Dm
Fuck these white
Am
Dm
shirts and this set of keys
Am
Dm
All these years in the pad
got me livin' like Donna, a sexy beast
F
Dm
Am
Accept me please,
Dm
I got it crackin' on the landing
You know I had to set the scene,
I live a nightmare
I don't get to dream,
to tell you I still get to sleep
basicer than years,
you ain't even on a week
She told me you're a creep,
F
Dm
she told you I'm a freak
She started laughing,
F
I want pics of her feet,
she said I wrote my treat book
Am
Dm
Am
Let me get back to this crazy stuff,
you cry if you're seeing this stuff
Dm
F
Bloody pads were getting fished,
said to clean it up
Dm
I'm hot headed, no fucks,
turn the meter up
C
One bit of cheek and I'll
When we get spun there's no
wheeling up
Pissed off, forgot my weed took
F
C
Down the block, no choice,
he had to read book
Bm
B
A
We don't speak no more,
he's fucked 22 reckon,
Am
Dm
Shoulda nev er choose left
and it could be you next
He was real treach, babies,
not a more, not a less
F
If you ain't sure, you should step, gang,
Am
I'd be a killer for my friend
I never woulda snitched
Dm
and I still ain't gonna bend
My name's on their lips
but they still ain't gonna send
I put this hammer in your mouth, bro,
repeat what you said
F
C
R -E's one of them, uh
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Corn's gonna fly,
Dm
Am
hope it reach one of them, uh
Dm
Am
Dm
Honor works, don't speak, holla flex,
got a G for the stick
But we beat the attempt,
bittersweet though, I guess
F
Am
Here we go again, uh
Dm
It's got me stuck up in the trenches
Bitches on my case,
Dm
Am
Dm
but I still swear they're in my DMs
Yo, in the green,
they was cooling with the rejects
F
The first trip landed burned,
I'm from a place where they're shooting
Am
F
Dm
And they glamorize and trapping,
F
and they do it like it's fashion
Dm
When you get trapped,
they forget to send you cash in
trying to pack and get a pack in
Am
I can tell you what it's like,
Dm
Am
I done ten bag slashings
Dm
F
Eight bag slashings, money low,
I have to ration
Dm
They might put you in the spares,
so fuck about when you get lashings
Am
that's a different type of splashing
Dm
Big shanks like Aladdin,
Am
F
I seen shit you can't imagine
Am
F
Three months in the block,
with a DAB dabbing
Seen people cut the wrist
Dm
and hear the screws start laughing
C
Feel shit, no blagging,
Am
fuck jail, no bragging
Feed the G's like a wagon,
Am
Dm
F
Brody sent me to the sticks
Spit fire like a dragon
F
I done Eve after Eve still,
I don't know Adam
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