Tonalité : C# minor•
Verse 1
C#5
C#m
Yeah,
A
Marlow Mack 11 is who I be
F#m
C#m
And this is my
A
confession of a soldier
C#m
A
Real talk, motherfucker
F#m
Come on, let's rock
A
C#m
My confession of a soldier
The shit that built my ass into a
man is I got older
Moved to Riverside,
the new one on the block
A
So they wanna test me and
F#m
C#m
see what size balls I got
Is he a G or a fuckin' Lop?
I'm not always champion,
but I'm always down to box
A
Thirteen years old, clicked up with my homies from the west side,
F#m
OC, Los Gomes
C#m
Put a little homie up on game,
taught me how to slang,
taught me how to gang bang
First time I'm bumpin' on day in,
A
stripper gold alcove,
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plush candy paintin'
C#m
Pullin' the strap up, let the bullet fly
A
Gettin' high, 14 years ago at 95
C#m
Cruisin' Bristol, Magnolia,
West Riverside
A
F#m
Packin' 22's and 25's
C#m
just to stay alive
Back in the days
Grow, grow, growin' up
My, my, my confessions of a soldier
A
F#m
My, my, my confessions
C#m
of a soldier
Back in the days
A
Grow, grow, growin' up
C#m
Desi, desi, desi young
A
All of Mac, Desi, Desi, Desi, yo
F#m
Now watch out homies,
C#m
now trip out,
I'm only 17 years old
Just got this bitch pregnant
is what the stories told, so why?
Got a little 9 to 5
A
but a couple older homies
from the hood
F#m
Offered me a dippin' grind
C#m
Had nowhere to live but
I was making G's
Jumped in the hood midnight
at the cemetery
Five of the fools from the 7 -3
A
An d that's the birth
F#m
of the psycho fuckin' family
C#m
I learned the meaning
of putting in work
and paying dues
And half the time I didn't like the
fucking things I do
Confessions of a model mackin' on my kids,
it's true
A
G#
Cause if it wasn't me runnin' to me,
F#m
my fists were blue
C#m
I didn't graduate
and had a baby coming soon
Had to get more than a 9 -to -5
cause now the rent is due
Barely turned 18 years old
A
It's time to hustle and bust my ass,
F#m
I can't fold
C#m
Don't know, don't know
Back in the days
Grow, grow, growin' up
My, my, my confessions of a soldier
A
F#m
My, my, my confessions of a
C#m
A
C#m
A
soldier
F#m
C#m
Look who's all grown up now,
record deals and a big house
People said I was a little kid
with a big mouth
Everybody doubted me,
said I wasn't smart enough
A
F#m
Time to hit the books, hit the weights,
time to toughen up
C#m
Don't get it twisted,
I'm out here on my fuckin' own
Hustle everyday to keep up with the
payments on my home
I'm a soldier, a new world's order
A
They think they run the game,
F#m
but it's fuckin' game over
C#m
I told ya, my pistol grip up in my holster
My own corporation, kingpin coaster
Because of that I lost friends
A
Fools don't wanna see my lil'
Mac makin' ends
F#m
C#m
Rather have me walkin'
than pushin' the bins
I can see it in your eyes,
bitch, don't pretend
A
C#m
Yeah, my confession's of a soldier
A
A high -powered kingpin,
F#m
C#m
that's that Pastor Doja
Back in the days, growin' up
My, my confessions of a soldier
A
F#m
C#m
My, my confessions of a soldier
Back in the days
A
Grow, grow, growing up
C#m
There's a,
there's a, there's a young
A
I'm a mag, there's a,
there's a, there's a young
F#m
C#m
A
Youngster
F#m
C#m
A
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsC#5 C#m A F#m G#
C#5
C#m
A
F#m
G#
Capo: 4
Transposer: 0
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