Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
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G
Am
This
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Em
Am
song
was inspired
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G
Am
by the people across the world
That had a voice
F
Em
Am
But it was just never heard
I speak for y'all
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G
Y'all forever in my heart
Am
My only wish, my only goal
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Em
Is that my mu sic and these words guide you to be
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a much better person than I've ever been
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G
Am
Today I turn twenty- one
Never thought I'd make it here
F
Em
Even back when I was young
Am
I was never scared to face my fears
F
Like, what's the deal out here?
G
Am
Summer time come around
its getting real out here
Niggas is playing for keeps and
Em
Am
These streets cold, they don't care how
you feel out here... for real
F
Cause everybody wanna be with it
G
Am
Out here they taking lives on
your team on [?]
All they worry 'bout is
F
money and bitches
Em
All these rappers ridiculous they dividing
Am
us not making no difference
F
But yo, I used to want an
Acura used to want a Benz
G
Am
Used to want bad bitch to
show off to my friends
F
Now all I want is my homies
out of the pin
Em
Am
My pen touches my paper
I'm reminiscing to them
F
I mix my henny and jinn
Am
Never chase for no women that comes
when you chase the paper
F
Realist shit I said play it back
and you'll thank me later
Em
Am
I've never seen a cat
make a mil off being a hater
Look
F
My niggas smoking in a tinted truck
G
Am
All [?] but we never
roll the windows up
F
Riding through your city
Em
so they know what's up
Am
In Yours Truly we trust
Man I give a fuck what a hater got
F
to say about me and my team
G
Am
You call your lady a bitch I refer
to mine as a queen
F
Hang around nine lazy motherfuckers
Am
So how you smokin' but ain't pay
your fucking rent homie
F
Yeah, you know that's just
Am
Sometimes I feel like
I don't want to feel shit
F
Em
All the stress that I'm trynna deal with
Am
I tried to keep the family together
but yo they still split
F
Our generation is blinded I blame the radio
G
Am
I blame TV for making it
cool to call ladies hoes
I blame these rappers for
F
acting like they got straps
Em
And teaching our kids to put kids
Am
in caskets for the sake of making doe
F
I, I probably never know why
G
the fucking system don't try
Am
My niggas getting so high,
my niggas getting so high you know
F
Em
And that's probably only cause we feel so low at times
Am
we just looking for something to lift us back up
F
They said I'd be a junky, they said I'd be a theft,
G
Am
said I'd be a no good vandal running the streets
F
I just want peace everybody want beef
Em
Am
Done dirty by my family, my friends,
enemies even police
Ain't no love in these streets,
F
ain't no trust in these streets
G
Am
Lost too many friends homie
I can't fuck with these streets
I don't know what's more important
F
If they love me or they feel me
Em
Am
F
Got a lot to say and I want the whole world to hear me
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