Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
F
Am
Em
I mean eventually I gotta leave,
F
you know.
C
Even Jackie told me that.
F
Am
I ain't just gonna stick around,
you know.
What you know about trying to
get home to your mama
and your knee deep in the
streets with the trauma?
The streets ain't lettin' up,
your mama ain't lettin' up
I was 16, ride around low -key,
ride around with a pistol
Boy, I was a monster,
for the queen, look for Rignald
I was in the world with the abs,
and when I should've been in class
I always wanted that cash,
even back then, made it fast
Put a little weed in a bag,
I don't know how I passed
I was in the school of the streets,
be strong or you don't eat
Ooh, I was in the school of the streets
If it's beef,
then you meet at the swap meet
Ooh, yeah,
I was outta sacks at the school
Nothin' big,
I was tryin' to make moves
Make moves, look, came off the court
Evading court, hit the airport
True, ooh, I was really good at the hoop
Nigga butter, always talkin' bout low
Nigga butter, yeah,
put some new force on the coupe
If you fly, wise doors on the coupe
I'm the best, I said it,
laid back and now I regret it
I'm Libra, I'm so level -headed,
ain't breathin' my air
I am the king and you see me, you see me
I rule in my chair, I'm workin' on ads
My girl say she lookin' for twins
I told her I'm with it, I'm in Niggas my love,
they gave me they backs
I'm already packed, I'm goin' to win
C
I mean, I ain't gon' even lie,
Am
Dm
I remember, like
Am
Em
It was one time,
I was somewhere in, L .A.
Dm
Like, deep in L .A.
C
You know I'm from Eaglewood
Am
I'm, like, deep in L .A., right?
C
I'm on the bus stop,
Dm
my mom pull up on me
Am
Em
It's, like, 11 A .M.
I'm supposed to be at Eaglewood
Am
C
High School, right?
Am
She said, boy,
C
where the hell you going?
Am
I'm like, man, I don't know what to say.
Em
She said, get in the car and all that,
Dm
right?
C
Am
She drive me to school.
I think she gon' drop me off.
C
She come inside Eaglewood
Am
Em
High School,
Am
and they said I missed 160 classes.
I was with the shit.
Gold hair and bone with the fit.
Ooh, love, yeah.
Phyllis West suit with the kicks.
Red can't go with the lid
My uncle phone look like a brick
Tubs on my anti -vice shit
Yeah, look,
I was in the house with the guns
Herbie, well, I saw my niggas run
Courageous red
Niggas be talkin', I trust in myself
Cause they ain't out there, ooh, look
Niggas all try to take me out
Ask neighbors bout my whereabouts,
ooh, look
Ain't no stories that I play about
Thank God that a nigga made it out,
ooh, look
When it's war, who can you trust?
Loyalty, that is a must
I stick to myself, I move with my honor
My business is solid,
a n***a grown up
Em
Am
Don't add to my wallet,
my people's progress
And I must digress,
cause I ain't the one
Ooh, yeah, me and E .B. had them zones on
God couldn't tell us what, no
Ooh, yeah, I was wearing
Fahrenheit cologne
Thotties where the n***a slipped on
Ooh, look
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