Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
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G
Am
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Am
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I do this for the
F
block,
G
I do this for the hood
Am
I do this for the streets
cause the streets keep me good
G
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I do it for the hustlers, I do it for the thugs
Am
I do it for the G's
G
cause the G's show me love
F
G
I came in the gang 17 real loud
Am
Only thing on my mind
G
make my momma proud
F
Started rockin' crowds,
gettin' dough from
G
Am
And as the fame rose,
then came the hoes,
G
F
then came the clothes,
G
then came the cars
Am
Next thing I know, I'm a ghetto superstar,
G
F
so here come the haters
G
Travelin' by the packs,
Am
but never mind them,
G
F
cuz, uh, bitch, I'm back
G
I pour up a cup, fill the streets with good
Am
and fired up so I can gather my thoughts
F
G
More money, more problems,
Am
they say that's how it is
when you live like a boss
G
F
You see, I've been goin' on my
G
grind for some time
Am
And the streets thought a nigga fell off
G
F
But if I decide not to
G
rhyme no more rhymes
Am
I'ma still be well off
G
F
Cause bitch, I'm back, a born boss
G
Got nothin' to lose,
Am
still shinin' in the game
G
F
Got nothin' to prove, got rich,
independent,
G
didn't need no deal
Am
Had pa per before I signed,
didn't need no meal
G
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Got hustlers on the side, I ain't got to rap
Am
And if I don't have a spell,
I still got the trap
G
F
I don't fuck with you rappers,
G
y 'all fake to me
Am
I don't fuck with you majors,
y 'all snakes to me
G
F
I don't care about fame,
G
fuck being a star
Am
Let them take all the pictures,
just give me his car
G
F
Then give me his house
G
and his watch and chain
Am
On the bank account,
credit cards jot my name
G
F
G
But I guess one come with the other
Am
G
So here I go, I'm a writing rap hustler
F
G
I'm too blessed to complain about that
Am
So where I gotta sign, take your pictures
G
F
Cause bitch, I'm back
G
Ho up a cup, fill the swizzle with good
Am
and fire it up so I can gather
my thoughts
F
Let's get high
G
More money, more problems,
Am
they say that's how it is
G
when you live like a boss
F
You see, I've been going on my
G
grind for some time
Am
and just reached all the niggas fell off
G
Hell nah
F
G
But if I decide not to rhyme no
more rhymes,
Am
G
I'ma still be well off
Cause bitch I'm
F
G
They say truth for hits so fuck it,
Am
I'ma go and keep it 100 for the public
G
F
I dropped already platinum,
G
but it only sold gold
Am
And niggas lookin' at me
G
like I sold my soul
F
G
Cause I'm rappin' with P and not Mr. Lee
Am
But when you on your grind,
G
sometimes you can't see
F
G
Before Mike came a power sign
Am
I was at Interscope tryin' to find my mind
G
F
Still tippin', wasn't poppin',
G
three kings just dropped
Am
And I'm an underground artist
tryin' to get on top
G
F
G
So I listened to my label, plan to break X
Am
And learned a whole
lotta game from that
G
F
G
Just stay true, my nigga, and do you
Am
And fuck what another tryna
tell you to do
G
F
Continue to spit facts,
G
you can bump in them lacks
Am
And oh yeah, this a lead track,
G
F
bitch, I'm back
G
I to hoe up a couple of streets
Am
so it could divide up
So I can gather my thoughts
G
F
Let's get high
G
More money, more problems,
Am
they say that's how it is
when you live like a boss
G
F
G
You see, I've been goin' on my grind
for some time
Am
And the streets thought a nigga fell off
G
F
G
But if I decide not to rhyme no
more rhymes,
Am
I'ma still be well off
G
F
G
Cause bitch, I'm back
Outro 1
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