Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
C
F
It ain't always unreal,
C
Dm
what you used to hold on to,
Am
doesn't want to let you go
F
It ain't always unreal,
Em
Am
C
I see the rain
Dm
Am
For real, cellophane on
the package,
Dm
Am
smellin' like cabbage, Mac 9 -0,
Dm
Full metal jackets tray full of ashes
C
Am
pray for the savage chrome on the grill
and the wheels black truck wind
Dm
The tents on rocking like Flintstone
Am
s pistol cock got the info system
Dm
Not got the lynch on pot
Am
got my sense gone one thing
on my mind
C
And that's the bread homie,
Dm
and if it ain't that then it's
I pray that the angels to fly me away.
Dm
C
I get so faded I'm able to cry
Am
and J to survive in the land
C
You gotta hide from the cam
Dm
Am
and ride for the fam white for the gutter
35 for the gram and
Dm
we might get the butter,
C
Am
Em
F
Em
Am
but we die in the jam
C
Dm
Am
Em
F
Em
Am
C
Dm
Ay, ay, for real
Am
Same clothes one week,
C
same hoes compete for my top spot
Dm
Treat em like hopscotch,
Am
make em drop rock on a hot block
Dm
Then I got her in a miniskirt,
C
bobbin' till my chimney hurt
Am
Just another sidekick in my hideaway,
Dm
I'll probably die today,
Am
I keep thinkin' when my tech shootin'
Dm
If my momma knew this when
she was pregnant,
C
Am
dawg, I bet she woulda kept tootin'
Then she coulda miscarried a bloodstain,
I understood it so I married the blood gang.
I love rain, cause it covers a thug's pain.
Dm
C
I hug Kane, cause I'm stuck
in the drug game.
Am
Probably get cracked and tossed,
like the homie, right?
C
Dm
Either that or get offed on a phony play.
but I'm lost in a lonely day.
C
Am
but my coffin's the only way. Oh.
Em
F
Em
And it always doesn't mat ter.
Am
Sometimes you get wet,
sometimes you
C
Dm
You'd be surprised the hold up you could
Am
Em
F
Em
have.
Am
G
C
Am
promise wasn't tryna be a psycho
Dm
I'm too blind to see the light though
hid behind my ice cold chains
Dm
Insecure, I guess that's why
C
Am
I like those thangs
The more I gain fame,
the better I feel
Dm
Am
but never I heal, for
Ain't enough liquor in the planet
C
For me to think a nigga ain't abandoned,
I used to be an innocent kid,
C
Dm
now look at what a menace he is
Am
Look what all the bread,
all the work,
all the dead, all the dirt
Dm
All the meds, all the hurt,
Am
Left me all burnt and bare,
worse for wear
C
A slave to the streets,
Am
And I longed for the days
I could cry back tears
Dm
But my songs from the grave,
Am
Dm
Am
Em
F
I died last year
C
Em
Am
C
Dm
Am
Em
F
It ain't no way, yeah, yeah, oh, oh,
Em
Am
oh, no, no,
G
C
Dm
Am
C
F
C
Em
Am
no, no,
G
C
no, no, no,
Dm
Am
Oh, don't let us get away, no
F
C
Em
Am
Always on the mend
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