Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
Am
F
Dm
Am
G
Am
F
Dm
Am
Verse 1
Am
May life be a trip,
I never knew things could ever get bad
F
Is it y 'all don't know my 17 shot
clock with extra clips
Dm
Am
That's it, I'm going all out,
and if I die, they'll remember me
Cause in these last days,
I'm feeling like
G
I'ma hit the penitentiary
Am
For real, trying to deal with
this everyday struggle
F
You gotta get up, or fuck your rump, baby
Dm
And hustle, I tussle, and work my muscle
Am
Dm
Am
And bounce hard, take what's mine
And still scream that fuck
G
Am
down if I can't ball
They better lock me up,
F
shackle down, handcuff
On sight, I'm a boss, what's up?
Dm
When you're nuts,
I can rush to the head
Am
Love for life,
motherfucker till I'm dead
G
Am
Mr. 3 -2, boss of all bosses
F
And I ain't toleratin' no losses
And no excuses,
Dm
cause this world is so shy
Am
Street gang forever,
G
and it's like that for life, nigga
Am
Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio
F
DJs don't respect my rhythm
Am
Dm
Am
Feelin' like I'm finna hit the bin again
F
Am
G
What will I do for food?
Am
Liv in' in the ghetto,
turnin' boys to men
F
Crooked cops and killers in the rub,
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
F
Am
my bitch
I was born on a fucked up day
F
Had to be holidays with
a number of frowns
on my face
Am
The sadness brought madness
Dm
to a family that
was built
Am
Unconsciously I love them
but subconsciously
Dm
Running these streets, living cau tiously
Am
It's costing me way too much
F
But the slumps got me jackin'
if it's worth somethin'
Dm
Seclusive or I hurt somethin'
Am
Inhale, exhale, okay
I promise things gon' get better
Dm
Just give me one more day
Am
So I can work my jelly,
spread the love around
F
Swallow so much shit it hurt my belly,
but tryna stay down
Dm
Stay focused on what I'm tryna accomplish,
and not be a compass
Am
Stay real, stay true, stay doozy,
don't become a victim of some mob shit
Dm
Am
I never let this misery push me
to do something that I regret
F
But just know that you in danger,
Dm
I want you to feel my anger
And if I ever feel like I'm in danger,
Am
G
I'ma empty the chamber
Am
Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio
F
DJs don't respect my rhythm
Am
I'm feelin' like I'm finna
Dm
Am
hit the pen again
F
Am
G
What will I do for food?
Am
Livin' in the ghetto,
turnin' boys to men
F
Crooked cops and killers
Dm
interrupt my mission
Am
Dm
Am
Tell me, will I ever build my pen again?
F
Am
Hustlin' is all I can do
C
G
Am
These motherfuckers want me dead
At least that's how it seems to be
F
An army of motherfuckers against me,
Demon
E
Am
Dm
Who you gon' call when my camaraderie
Am
comes down like rain?
Nothin' but revenge to keep me sane
It ain't nothin' like pain
G
Am
Cause when I squeeze and then you bleed,
satisfaction is guaranteed
F
Black hearted, it was since the first murder,
Am
how precious is my breed?
Dm
You what mean?
Am
Fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends
Dm
Am
Unless I'm in a pen,
I've got nobody to call my kin
G
Am
Cause all the real niggas are dead or in jail
But I've been left to
F
struggle for success
Trying to get a check from
Southwest wholesale
Am
Dm
Look at all the 16's that I've wrecked,
Am
and I'm practically poor
On top of that I'm homeless,
Dm
my niggas don't want me no more
G
Am
Fuck spending ten to get in,
these motherfuckers act like they don't know my face
F
Better remember I'm crazy clicking,
Am
nigga don't act like you don't know my pace
Dm
For buck rappin' I need
some right now money
Am
It's gettin' crucial if I pay my pen
I gotta wait three months, betray me,
F
G
scratch for much money
Am
Late night, the siren seems so loud
F
Dm
I hope that I can lose this crowd
F
Dm
Am
Lately, it go down that way
That's why a nigga put to
G
get the cayenne spray
Am
We could've been so through together
F
But because of a shortage on my cheddar
Dm
Am
Dm
F
Am
I had to get up and bleed the fly
G
And it don't stop
Am
Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio
F
DJs don't respect my rhythm
Am
Dm
Am
Feelin' like I'm finna hit the pen again
F
Am
G
What will I do for food?
Am
Livin' in the ghetto,
turnin' boys to me
F
Crooked cops and killers in
Am
F
Am
Dm
ter rupt my mission
Am
Dm
Tell me, will I ever feel my
Am
F
pen again?
Am
G
Hustlin' is all I can do
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