Tonalité : B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
Yeah, rapper
Em
Big
Pool,
F#m
Fontaine,
Em
F#m
Dyn ast, 9th
G
F#m
Wonder's on production
G
F#m
Another
LB
Em
Function, time to slap where we at
F#m
Em
You know the tune, yeah,
G
F#m
check it, yeah, uh
D#m
F#m
For the right price,
you can get quite nice
Em
That's how they do life right now in the
D
C#m
F#m
G
Scallywags sellin' pee for free
When I hop in a
F#m
V, do they thing
C#m
D#m
Then it's back to the street, on the hunt
F#m
For they mans to be, with the glass dick
It's a shame what they
A
C#m
do for their next hit
F#m
G
And every move is so drastic
F#m
I'm talkin' bout prom queens
Who turn into has -beens
D#m
F#m
Like this chick named
Mia
Shorty was the shit in high school,
C#m
every bra had to be her
F#m
G
F#m
Walkin' down the hall, every dude had to
G her
Rock the new shit, diesel shoes,
no sneakers
D#m
F#m
Hair kept tight,
French tips fresh
Everything she did,
C#m
Mia was the best
F#m
G
Until graduation day, life turned to mess
Her pops took two to the
F#m
chest over dope money
Now the family's broke,
D
G
mom turned to burden coat
Em
C#m
Tryin' to numb the pain,
F#m
A
Mia never came to grips with it
C#m
Goin' through flicks,
then rippin' them shits
F#m
Before she get drunk with it
D#m
F#m
In the streets, no fashion
Snow became a fashion,
C#m
ridin' fruit, no passion
F#m
G
Now old classmates laugh
F#m
while they passin'
C#m
F#m
Because she gone in the wind
D#m
And that's what happens
F#m
I storms, sun, showers, and rain
Just to show us the skies blue
C#m
and the seasons change
F#m
A lot of people use chemicals
G
Em
to ease the pain
F#m
There's gotta be more,
D#m
I'm tryna go deeper, man
F#m
I seen storms, sun, showers, and rain
G
F#m
Just to show us the skies blue
C#m
and the seasons change
G
A lot of people use chemicals
Em
to ease the pain
F#m
There's gotta be more,
I'm tryna go deeper, man
D#m
I wanna turn the church where
F#m
the works of the devils appear
While the blonde hair blew high,
C#m
Jesus gazes and stared
F#m
I'm from the ghetto where
they braided his hair
C#m
Slum -raiding the square
We found love when
you made it appear
D#m
F#m
Pastor told me drop dope and
my soul would be clear
And I believed him,
C#m
he purchased him a
Cadillac, yeah
F#m
As if my life would be spared
if I stopped givin'
No details,
just told your boy I was not
Christian
D#m
The plot thickens when he
F#m
revoked my baptism
C#m
Beepo, my black vision, man of the claw
F#m
Who told you black women said the
G
Bible wasn't mine?
F#m
I found the time to sack riches,
C#m
said he asking for my tide
D#m
F#m
Many men claim they
Benny
Hinn
G
Turn off your
F#m
C#m
TNN and run , tell your friends
F#m
G
Ain't no salvation in the message he sent I could never
F#m
C#m
comprehend how the title of being born again
F#m
Bm
Could help me lose my friend
F#m
We used to chill,
C#m
but now I can't talk to them
F#m
Claiming we not equal,
G
thought we was all
God's people
Questioning my faith and where
C#m
F#m
I stand as a man
D#m
F#m
So now my home is my church,
and I dance
C#m
He only worships with the fam
F#m
Em
F#m
D#m
F#m
I've seen storms, sunshowers, and rain
Just as sure as the skies blue
C#m
and the seasons change
F#m
A lot of people use religion
Em
to ease the pain
G
There's gotta be more,
F#m
I'm trying to go deeper,
I've seen storms, sun showers and rain
G
Em
Just as sure as the skies blue and
the seasons change
F#m
A lot of people use religion
Em
E
to ease the pain
C#m
There's gotta be more,
F#m
I'm trying to go deeper,
D#m
F#m
This is the last stop, last chance
Bm
Last train to greatness, last pain
Em
C#m
I take within my own chance
F#m
For hip hop I feel I gotta
Em
F#m
take a strong stance
C#m
F#m
I'm sick of that bullshit,
hell I'm a grown ass man
D#m
F#m
I had to sit back,
think, pause, and recline
G
Gain a sense of myself while
C#m
I'm caught in the grind
I could just throw some word
G
s together and call it a rhyme
F#m
But I'm trying to change the world
eight bars at a time
D#m
That's what deep thoughts
F#m
can do to you,
Have you thinking about existence
C#m
and how hard it usually is
F#m
G
I'm kinda young but I ain't new to the biz
Just wanna hit my beats, nuh -uh
Like past opportunities did,
D#m
find taste still burning it
F#m
G
Rhyme so ahead of its time,
F#m
C#m
I reminisce and see future occurrences
F#m
Thoughts ain't deep like mine,
G
y 'all niggas should turn it in
Respectin' the game, motherfucker
We earnin' it, word up
D#m
Bm
I see storms, sun showers, and rain
F#m
Bm
Just to show us the sky's blue
Em
F#m
And the season's changed
A lot of people
G
Write roms to relieve the pain
F#m
That's gotta be more
I'm tryin' to go deep for
E
May
D#m
Put a hand in the air
F#m
I see storms, sun showers, and rain
Just to show us the sky's blue
C#m
And the season's changed
A lot of people
F#m
G
Write roms to relieve the pain
That's gotta be more
F#m
I'm tryin' to go deep for
May
That's y
Jill!
Em
The fly shit, y 'all
G
Real shit, nigga
Bm
We don't mess,
F#m
I'm sick of this shit
G
Em
E
F#m
Shit, I'm a shit motherfucker, nigga
I got that pump up on bulletproof, nigga
Bm
G
I got that belt up on the bulletproof, nigga
F#m
That nasty bitch watcha got
G
on the bulletproof, nigga
Night one, the laptop on the bulletproof,
nigga
Word up, nigga, word up, nigga, word up, nigga
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