Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
Em
E
Em
Am
I woke up this morning,
Em
this is insane
Am
Rich as a motherfucker an
Em
d ain't much changed
Am
Open my eyes,
Em
no suprise, I'm with a different bitch
E
Different day, different ass,
different tits
Am
Strap under my pillow,
Em
I don't want the jit
Am
Em
I'm not supposed to do this shit,
but I forget
Am
Em
The true principles of life
are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope
it's hard to understand
Am
Em
My man got knowledge of self,
at my back God
Bb
Am
Find out today's mathematics
Em
when that Mac go off
Am
My temper volatile,
Em
grew up a violent child
A
Em
Am
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
A
Nigga, nice chain, dice game,
Em
try your luck
Shoot a couple head cracks,
Am
leave while you up
Em
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Am
Gold medal around my neck
like I won the Olympics
Em
We came from nothing, now they
Verse 2
E
Em
saying we straight
A
Em
F#m
Em
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These niggas,
F
they watching every dime we make
E
Em
Am
Hold up, hold on
Em
Hold on
Am
We want that deluxe apartment in the
Verse 3
Em
Am
sky with a clear view
Instead we get the D's
A
in the rear view
Em
We learn to play the game
how it's supposed to be played
Am
Em
And so you know, you violate,
you supposed to be sprayed
Am
Em
It's not a big deal to me,
stay calm
Am
I'll shoot the shit out of a nig
Em
ga, then call it Barrel Bonds
Bb
F
Am
But, if I don't do this shit myself,
bet I'll get it done
Em
Bb
Shit on my nigga,
Em
you shit on me, we of one
Am
Used to do graffiti,
Em
now look we major
Bb
Don't make me write my name
Em
across your face with a razor
Am
Re- Up, no joke, they
Em
say theyis sample the bomb
Am
This shit can take a two and we cut
Em
this bitch with a one
Am
Em
Watch the fiends stand
E
Em
in line for the potency
Am
Em
No lactose involved, pure coco leaf
Am
Em
You can sniff that or cook
that to my belief
That money coming in like we
run the streets
Am
Em
We came from nothing, now
Verse 4
they saying we straight
Am
Em
Am
Em
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Am
Hold on
These niggas,
Em
Am
they watching every dime we make
Em
F
Am
Hold up, hold on
Em
E
Hold on
Verse 5
Am
Em
Am
This shit go how I said,
Em
go when it's time to expand
F
Am
So say it's over your dead body
Em
and that's the plan
Am
Em
You a gangster for real,
you ready to ride?
F#m
Am
Nigga, you gonna die a bad
case of too much pride
Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
Hit the speed dial,
Em
that quick I'll get ya lined
Am
We don't want your block,
Em
just cop your work from us
Those niggas you call
allies can't be trust
Am
That Rollie all gold,
Em
Am
I got the Midas touch
A
Sometimes it's hard
Am
Em
as hell not to touch stuff
A
Em
On the phone I heard 'Ye
smacked the shit outta a kid
A
Am
Now Jimmy got life,
go smack him again
When it's war, it will be war to the bitter end
A
If they ever say we lose,
I start it again
Let's sneak the niggas spray
Em
that Semi at your momma crib
Am
A
With a silencer we couldn't
Em
even hear that shit
Verse 6
Em
We came from nothing, now
they saying we straight
Am
Em
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Am
Hold on
Em
These niggas, they watching
A
every dime we make
Em
Em
Hold up, hold on
Am
Hold
Em
Em
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