Tonart: G# minor
Verse 1
G#m
Am
G#m
Am
G#m
D#m
The
G#m
D
reason for the pistols poppin' off,
G#m
D
G's makin' em bang
G#m
Cuz them lil' coward niggas
never stay in they lane
D#m
Real re cognize real through the
G#m
struggle and pain
D#m
Sometimes the good die young,
G#m
it's just part of the game
Niggas stay on that bullshit,
Am
G#m
actin' like I'm new to this
Wanna see me locked up,
shot up on some foolishness
D#m
G#m
Yo, I can't call it drama,
G#m
D#m
Want that dollar, dollar bill,
G#m
but they don't do nothin' for it
Want that prodigy, that
Am
G#m
Cartier, but they can't af ford it
So they hit the block and sling
rocks so they can sport it
D#m
Yo, for the money, bro,
O's
D#m
If it's funds you owe,
G#m
Am
they kickin' and dole
G#m
They live by the code,
if I late, guns'll explode
Am
G#m
Pay up or get sprayed up,
don't make me reload
D#m
Yo, my heart is cold,
G#m
all I see is the viol ence
D#m
Speakin' on what you know will get you
G#m
niggas' bodies soaked
G#m
you got the game all twisted up
Am
G#m
Shorty bangin' hard for that guap,
tryna live it
D#m
Let's get it right,
G#m
when it's drama we let the hammers clap
D#m
Beats on every corner,
G#m
in the skies where the cameras at
Let's get it right,
we need answers to all the questions here
Pull out some liquor for your homie
from your better years
D#m
we gotta get it right
This is what the struggle and
D#m
We grindin' and we climbin'
G#m
through the ghetto tryna make it
Am
A lot of niggas is bitch, man
G#m
They crackin' depression,
D#m
G#m
I treat em like cash, yeah
D#m
Catch em and check em,
look em right in his face, man
G#m
And open his chest up,
D#m
it's an open confession
Of my life and obsession
G#m
With these motherfuckin' bitches,
pussy, drugs, and pistols
Am
Want me money, make the world go round,
G#m
love will get you
D#m
That bitch will set you up,
G#m
and niggas com in' to get you
E
D#m
To pump your punk ass up
with that like a pencil
G#m
Might as well get your tissue,
cause your mama gon' miss you
Get too big for your bitches,
bet the cats get a visual
D#m
Catch him sniffin', slip the clip in,
G#m
and knock out his noodle
D#m
When he pull up at the stoplight,
Am
hop out and shoot him
D
G#m
They blame it on my music,
the guns and violence
Am
G#m
The dope, the fiends, the police officers
D#m
G#m
I live by a code, the code of silence
D#m
Freakin' on what you know will
get you niggas body
G#m
Homie let's get it right
Am
G#m
You got the game all twisted up
Shorty bangin' hard for
that guap tryna live it up
D#m
Let's get it right
When it's drama we let
D#m
G#m
Beats on every corner in the skies
where the cameras at
Let's get it right
We need answers to all the questions here
Pull out some liquor for your homie
from your bed
D#m
Homie we gotta get it right
This was the struggle and the
D#m
We drowning and we climbing
through the ghetto
Outro 1
Trying to make it out
G#m
Am
G#m
D#m
G#m
D#m
G#m
D#m
G#m
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