Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
Em
D
Am
C
Charged add to the game,
Am
yeah
D
Charged add to the pain
C
Charged add to the fact
Am
C
things will never be the same
Em
Don't know where to start this
D
I feel like there's a hole
where my heart is
Am
I'ma get this dodo regardless
C
One time I met a snake in the garden
Em
He told me that he'd buy it on
whoever phoned me
D
Anytime, anyplace, whatever homie
Am
Never thought he'd bring it my way
Like you could be a snake
C
if you're my snake
Em
But he know I'ma kill
him if he violate
D
I'ma do him dirty, yeah, my way
Am
Feeding him a hoop down the highway
Tryna find a reason not
C
to leave you sideways
Em
Who is always coming
at your sideways?
D
Green light, I'm putting on my fire
I'ma set some killers on a riot
C
Stay out of the way and pick a side, yeah
Em
I should've known,
I been should've blown
D
In my hood and I'm good at home
Am
Crazy, I'm the one who put him on
Said they solid and they
wasn't drawn
C
D
Em
Comin' for me, hope you comin' strong
D
But I'ma leave you on my fuckin' lawn
Am
Have a waitin' at your
fuckin' mom's
Then lay low until you're
fuckin' gone
G
D
G
Charge out to the game,
Am
Em
Am
charge out to the fame
D
C
Charge out to the fact
Am
C
that it won't keep sayin' my name
D
Em
Yeah, charge out to the game, yeah,
D
charge out to the pain
C
Charge out to the fact
Am
C
things will never be the same
Am
Em
Charge out to the game,
D
charge out to the fame
Am
Charge out to the fact
C
they won't keep sayin' my name
Em
Charge out to the game,
D
charge out to the pain
Am
Charge out to the fact
G
things will never be the same
C
Em
I miss my dog, it's fucked up,
he got murdered
D
I can't go into this shit any further
Am
Was on the phone,
talked to my brother Berto
Twenty -five years from them
C
thirties in Florida
Em
Fuckin' with birdies and
fuckin' with strippers
D
Trap out the car, shoppin', I got stickers
Am
Fuck who the freshest and
fuck who get bitches
C
They don't gotta give a fuck
Am
once you the richest
Everyone with you gon'
Em
probably turn witness
D
You put your beef on the gram
and I snitch it
Am
I got a glove on why I ain't
like I'm pinchin'
C
I bring the murder rate up
in Port Richmond
I'm like I'm fishin',
Em
I'm lookin' for tension
D
Never forgot it, I ain't get to mention
All who did me dirty,
Am
the clip on the 40th stitch
Em
Homie, you gon' come a missin'
C
Em
Charge out to the game,
D
charge out to the fame
Am
Charge out to the fact
C
that everyone keep sayin' my name
Em
Charge out to the game, yeah,
D
charge out to the pain
Am
Charge out to the fact
C
things will never all be the same
Am
Em
Charge out to the game,
D
charge out to the fame
Am
Charge out to the fact
C
that everyone keeps sayin' my name
Em
Charge out to the game, yeah,
D
charge out to the pain
Am
Charge out to the fact
C
things will never all be the same
G
Never all be I seen friends turn to foe,
Am
I don't even know
D
I don't even argue, I just get this dough
Am
I just stack it up, they just fuck it up
C
Green light the situation, let em go
Em
I friends turn to four,
Am
Em
I don't even know
D
I don't even argue, I just get this dough
Am
I just stack it up, they just fuck it up
C
D
Green light the situation, let em go
Em
Arms ain't long enough,
call the bombings up
D
Cut the snake throat,
that's the formula
Am
That was your work,
look what that done to ya
C
You gon' bleed out on
that pavement under ya
Em
I can't fuck with you,
no, I can't fuck with ya
D
Deep down, no, I still got love for ya
Am
C
Deep down, no, I still got love for ya
Am
C
Em
Charge out to the game,
D
charge out to the fame
Am
Charge out to the fact
C
that you won't keep sayin' my name
Em
Charge out to the game, yeah,
D
charge out to the pain
Am
Charge out to the fact
C
things will never all be the same
Am
G
Charge out to the game,
Em
D
charge out to the fame
C
Charge out to the fact
Am
that you won't keep
C
sayin' my name
G
Am
Charge out to the game, yeah,
Em
D
charge out to the pain
C
Charge out to the fact
Am
C
that things will never be the same
Am
Em
It's never been the same
D
Gang, fame,
Am
C
Em
keep sayin' my name
D
Am
C
Pain, they'll never,
Em
they'll never be the same
D
Gang, fame,
Am
C
and they keep sayin',
Em
they keep sayin' my name
D
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Am
yeah, yeah
C
And I'll never, ever be the same
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