Tonalité : F minor
Intro 1
E
G
Bm
G
C
Em
D
A
D
Verse 1
E
Thousand
Em
miles away thinking bout this life shit
G
D
Em
It's way too soon to feel like I'm in a crisis
C
I'm trying to blow like niggas don't rock
Em
with
ISIS
D
Ain't a soul that really could
do it like this
E
Blindness is rampant,
Em
the hood is full of mindless
D
Cheese chasing,
Em
seeing the streets is full of mices
G
Questions in mind,
C
Em
wonder why we like this?
A
Questions in mind gave me
Em
courage to write this
E
B
I don't pick favorites,
Em
I love all my vices
G
D
This earthbound lust could flip a record like
Em
The trauma in my heart
is what made me right
A
D
Made me like all this dirt
is what gave me my likeness
E
I'm seeing plenty of folks
Em
stay in disguises
D
And when they meet a nigga like me,
G
they hate in silence
C
G
Em
I ain't surprised they give me a rise
D
In disbelief,
you gon' give it up to your highness
E
B
Em
I'm climbing, di vine timing
E
D
Bm
Eight years in and I'm still rhyming
Em
G
No contract,
C
G
Em
we better see a milli when I sign it
D
A
When I say that I'm him,
D
shit, I ain't lyin'
E
Gotta wait, well, I'm still tryin'
B
Em
D
I'm sittin' on gold
that's ready to go diamond
Em
C
You sellin' this story that
niggas ain't buyin'
Em
D
I figured you people just
needed some remindin'
A
E
Yeah
D
It's a long way from home
Am
Em
But we on it
Bm
Bsus4
E
To be hon est
It's a long way from home
D
Bm
Am
Em
C
Bm
Bsus4
But I got you, to be honest
E
B
C
I did the digital dash and
Bm
bought a cashout
Buddy bag time, I'm ready to bring my
C
Mac
out
They call me
Randy
Jack, venue is packed
out
A
Caught a bitch talking that shit,
he's getting
smacked down
E
C#m
He, she, they,
Em
them, these hands don't discriminate
G
D
Jesus turned blood to wine,
Em
turn yours to lemonade
G
Em
And she played with the tip,
D
now it's a hand grenade I blow
And I'm quenching the thirst,
look what a minute made
E
They said the sky's the limit, but
that was yesterday
Em
I put the work in, I brought
the work to a different state
I got homies with way too much
on they dinner plate
A
And I got homies who's
eating noodles like everyday
E
It's hard to hold me,
Em
my mind has been like an interstate
Plenty things rockin' a boat, I
had to keep the faith
Feelin' straight,
won't ever complain if I ain't doing great
A
D
Em
Mama passed down the hustle,
D
E
now it's my fa vorite trait
That's what makes me
different from them
Em
D
I already got blood,
Em
I ain't lookin' for friends
Am
In a whole different phase of life,
A
I could only stay a night
Bm
Do the calls,
Bsus4
E
then the niggas gone with the wind
D
It's a long way from home
Am
Em
But we on it
Bm
Bsus4
E
To be honest
D
It's a long way from home
Am
But I got you
Em
Bm
To be honest
Bsus4
E
Yeah, it's a long way
D
Am
Em
from home
Bm
Bsus4
E
Em
Home, it's a long way from
D
Am
home
G
D
Bm
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