Tonalité : Ab major•
Intro 1
Ab
Fm
Ab
Verse 1
Ab
Not to be a social misfit, I
don't trust a soul in this shit
Know a few niggas still hittin' legs
Catch me stackin', try and get rich
Grindin' like the third member of
Clipse
Talk strips in a hurry
Db
While I'm skatin' like roller derby
Bbm
They sleepin' on a nigga, but I'm sturdy
She missin', I'll get her back home by 2 .30 1942 to the neck,
shit, I'm swervin'
Niggas lurkin',
I can't let them do me dirty, aw, man
I see how I gotta play it,
I see niggas still think I'm playin'
Slow down dawg, you talkin' too fast
Y 'all can pop shit,
I'ma pop bands
Green
Day,
A -Day, rock band
Hit -boy, bitch, I got the high hand
No tense, so you know it's him
No dude over, so I'm goin' in
Ayy, long way from the
Dax under the duet, ayy
I'm at the light, they like,
nigga, how you do that?
Long walk, tryna stay a humble man
Ask my what, then I hit the money,
damn, shit
Fm
I don't like the world, you know
Bbm
Get the money, hit it high, get it low
Eb
Go a little faster,
Bbm
it don't ever go down
Fm
Ab
Give you something to remember
Solid through the ups and the downs
Like six foes when they
hopped down
Transactions in a
T -top,
Trans
Am
I was given no choice but
to get it out the drought
You could hear my heart pouring out
You could feel my soul through these beats
No apologies, I'm not the same me
Say goodbye to the good guy
Fm
It's only so many chances,
Bbm
so I took mine
Learned how to swim out in
Dena up at
Brookside
Phone call with my legal, what it look like?
Pop corks for the pain,
let's have a good night
Good night, good night, yeah
Look, hit the playback, bet I snap
Ain't talkin' to app with the
Ghost logo
Workin' this hard,
ain't no way we gon' go broke
HB creepin' on the low solo
No backup, I don't need a
n***a to cover me
Tree lit up, the
A's bubbly
If you was in my position,
you'd be bucklin'
This who y fuckin' with?
That's puzzlin'
I'm done tryna put this shit together,
B
Run a diamond test,
the ice water in these rings
No juice for the clique, sit clean
It's not regular, pimp, pimp, pee
N****s ain't been in
the corners I been
Left my stack of
Benjamins, bust a bitch back to the crib
Gotta keep it under wraps,
what I spend?
Too many niggas in hoes,
I can't confide in, damn
Not to be a social misfit I don't
trust a soul in this shit
Know a few niggas still hittin' licks
Catch me stackin', try and get rich
Grinding like the third member of
Clipse, ayy
I don't lie, shit
Ayy, boy, you on a beat
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsAb Fm Db Bbm Eb
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