Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Eb
F
Pourinfìg up for them
We gon' roll one up for the
Eb
real hittas
Verse 2
Eb
All the real niggas in Heaven
Gm
Man, I need someone to call on
Nowadays these phones tapped
I don't even wanna talk on 'em
Bb
These niggas ain't never walked on it
She cut her ties so I could
You wasn't built to hold shit down,
That's why you turned your back on me
Dm
Gm
You couldn't hold me down,
Even if you had on some gravity
They tryna take down my masterpiece
Dm
Gm
I think they mad I turned my
dreams into reality
Eb
See, I was grinding out my trunk,
I feel like Master P
Dm
Gm
Pouring up for them real niggas
Eb
Roll one up for them real niggas
Dm
Dope boy dreams, sip out the
Bb
Post in the cut with them real killas
Verse 3
But it seem like my friends
ain't friends no more
Dm
Gm
Blood in the streets plus in my veins
don't make us kin no more
Remember getting 10 a show
Dm
Gm
Go ing before my time
I'm like a binder, I won't bend or fold
Eb
I put my dick inside your ear
Fuck what you heard,
but they stay talkin'
Dm
Gm
Feelin' just like Future off this herb
And plus them Perkys calling
Eb
I could hear Miss Murdy calling
Pick up the phone
Dm
Gm
She telling me I ain't got no worries,
darlin'
F
Gm
It ain't no more room on my roster
Eb
I flip around the city with top shottas
and I got 'em
I never bought 'em
Verse 4
Eb
All the real niggas in Heaven
Bb
Man, I need someone to call on
Dm
Gm
Nowadays these phones tapped
I don't even wanna talk on 'em
Bb
These niggas ain't never walked on it
Eb
She cut her ties so I could fall on it
You wasn't built to hold shit down,
That's why you turned your back on me
Dm
Gm
You couldn't hold me down,
Even if you had on some gravity
They tryna take down my masterpiece
Dm
Gm
I think they mad I turned my
dreams into reality
Eb
See, I was grinding out my trunk,
I feel like Master P
Dm
Gm
Pouring up for them real niggas
Eb
Roll one up for them real niggas
Dm
Dope boy dreams, sip out the
Bb
Eb
Post in the cut with them real killas All banded up,
so I'm by myself
No, I don't really be on no
Dm
Gm
party shit
I'm tryna feed the streets,
How you 'posed to be my dawg
Gm
Signed to the streets three times,
Dm
Countin' a Patek while on a jet,
You told them lies to me, no Pinocchio
Gm
to ask me how I feel, nigga
Pour one up for them real niggas
Eb
I wanna tell the world about you
F
Just so they could get jealous
Gm
And if you see her 'fore I do, tell
her I wish that I met her
Dm
Eb
Bb
So we bet' not let me catch 'em
Verse 5
in Heaven
Man, I need someone to call on
Dm
Gm
Nowadays these phones tapped
I don't even wanna talk on 'em
These niggas ain't never walked on it
Bb
Gm
My back against the rope
She cut her ties so I could
fall on it
Eb
You wasn't built to hold shit down,
That's why you turned your back on me
Even if you had on some gravity
Gm
They tryna take down my masterpiece
Eb
Bb
I think they mad I turned my
dreams into reality
Eb
See, I was grinding out my trunk,
Pouring up for them real niggas
Eb
Roll one up for them real niggas
Bb
Dope boy dreams, sip out the
Gm
Bb
cup for them real niggas
F
real killas
Gm
Eb
F
Gm
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