Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
F
All
Am
this I try, I'll die for mine,
F
Never cross them ties,
Consume your pride, hold it down,
Am
Can't change it's things,
We remain the same,
G
F
The sky's the aim,
Am
It's on the face we claim, though
G
F
Now I know, I done made mistakes
And best believe, I had a price to pay
Am
Out of all of my days,
F
I never thought it'd come to this
All this hard work I put in,
Am
F
is all gone and erased
Am
I get right to the truth
What I see while I fly in a coupe, I write in
F
a booth I see ribcage,
little niggas starving outrageous
Police pullin' out cop gauges,
Am
poppin' my neighbors
Happy blood,
he's tryin' to get it, corners flooded
Got willys, gettin' ghostwriters
Tryin' to turn the brick to a budget
F
Real niggas'll love it
Thug cowards'll fake it
But you know I'm sending it to the ghetto,
I'm praising
Am
All this I've tried, I'll die for mine
G
F
Never crossed them tides
Soaring bright, holding down
Am
Can't change this thing,
we remain the same
G
F
The sky's the aim,
it's on the face we claim
Am
I remember on the block
Ridin' them fancy cars
F
Playin'
Cee
Lo around the corner from the stores
Am
All that money we pulled in
Over and over and over again
F
We had it all
Why did we have to fall?
Am
I swear if I get out
I ain't gon' fuck with the game no more
G
F
It keeps callin' me, stallin' me
I wish I could be where y could be
Am
Dm
Am
Yo, I give you a second to reach,
I dare you to squeeze
Shots whistlin' in the wind like the
Malibu breeze
G
F
Since sky's the limit,
I'm drivin' to heaven
In a pearly 745, I attend it, sky my senate
Am
I'm back and still rainin',
still money maintainin'
Look at the world from a picture
G
like my pops painted
F
Skip through the talkin', niggas run from
King of
New
York
To dancin' in videos like
Christopher
Walken
Am
All of this I tried, I'll die for mine
F
Our doubts never crossed the tide
And so we're fried,
Am
only time changes things
G
F
We remain the same, the sky's the aim
So the things we claim don't
Am
They wanna see me trapped,
locked in prison
But no jail cell or hollow point
can stop the vision
F
Why does that happen to me?
I don't know but I'm losing my mind
Am
Yeah, I keep it church like
Don
Bishop, I preach to the misguided youth
And niggas runnin' the streets,
F
I'm just providin' the truth
When confronted with beef, I squeeze,
you won't catch porn under a sheet
Am
You can catch me at the crossroads
wherever the thugs meet
When it's over, for now I die for mine,
put that on my seats
F
Why does that have happen to me?
Why these jinks on my back all the time?
Am
Why does that have to to me?
All this shit I put in, this is what I get out
F
Why does that have happen to me?
I guess it's one way in and no way out
Am
All this I tried, I'll die for mine
F
Never crossed them ties, look at me now
Am
The game changes things,
we've been made the same
G
F
The sky's the aim,
it's on the face we claim
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F
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F
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