Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Am
C
(Dmac on the fucking
G
F
Am
C
G
F
Am
track)
(Tahj Money)
Verse 2
C
I'm so sick of "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
G
In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
C
what I bleed
G
F
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
Am
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
C
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
G
I been fooled by liars and thieves
F
Iced out my Rollie but I know
time cannot freeze
Verse 3
Am
Once you give my pussy up,
it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause
C
that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag,
G
now I act like I don't know the bitch
F
Before I knew what platinum was,
was tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he 'bout
Am
it, then put him on the list
C
You better pick out a casket,
'cause they goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears
G
sheddin' when they post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit,
F
I heard he died on a lick
Am
My whole squad's goin', bitch,
we don't do no assist
C
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane,
he ain't know his niche
G
Might catch him at the red light,
tryna load his blick
F
Everyday a gamble with your life,
all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're
Am
down to see the coldest shit
Verse 4
C
I'm so sick of, "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
G
In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
C
what I bleed
G
F
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
Am
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
C
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
G
I been fooled by liars and thieves
F
Iced out my Rollie but I know
time cannot freeze
Verse 5
Am
Switches on them glizzys, get
to blowin' like it's four of me
C
Promise to my son,
that the streets won't get no more of me
G
Remember every line
from that obituary poetry
F
See they peep I'm ballin' now,
just go back to ignorin' me
Am
Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast
when they recordin' me
C
Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on
'em, but they forcin' me
G
See him in person,
then that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
F
Pop shit like Taliban,
loadin' up them sticks in the van
Am
You know it's fuck the other side
'cause my niggas gone
C
Always been fuck the other side,
we don't get along
G
If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye,
let's get it on
F
Aim for the head, that chopper spray,
we get 'em gone
Am
Independent, her hair down,
and she feelin' grown
C
Tryna correct her flaws,
she filled with silicone
G
And she ain't all innocent,
she did a nigga wrong
F
I got a playlist for your heart,
Am
girl, pick a song
Verse 6
C
I'm so sick of, "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
G
In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
C
what I bleed
G
F
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
Am
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
C
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
G
I been fooled by liars and thieves
F
Iced out my Rollie but I know time
Outro 1
cannot freeze
Am
C
G
F
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