Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Em
Bm
Em
C
Em
He just wanna
Bm
be recognized by the OGs
Em
And spray paint in the alleyway
while he smokes weed
C
Middle finger up like, "Fuck
the judge and the police"
Runnin' through the streets late nights,
so we don't sleep
Em
He went to work, stashed his Glocks, said,
"Look out for the cops"
All he ever knew was the streets,
Bm
always out on the block
C
As he pours a little liquor for
his homies to pass
He starts to wonder
G
C
how long it'll last
Em
He never pray to God 'cause
he ain't get no answer
All he feels God did was give
his grandma cancer
C
Only faith he had left
was his Glock 9
Hustled on the corner,
tag his name on the stop sign
Em
No mercy for his enemies
Bm
Agony an d ecstasy
Em
The only thing that ever made his heart
warm was the Hennessy
C
He sipped from the bot
tom until the last drop
And he says, "Sorry mama, but I just can't stop,
Em
Bm
Em
I can't stop,"
C
look
Verse 2
Em
Yeah, he ran the streets stuck in one time
Bm
Em
C
R.I.P. tat for his homie
Em
who just died
C
He done went to 16 funerals by 17
One his 18th birthday all
he needed was one 9
Em
With 20 in the clip,
Bm
that's how you survive in the streets he was from
Em
Bm
Only way to stay alive just tryna see 21
C
For his homies, he'd ride for 'em
His homies, he'd die for 'em
Ain't scared of death 'cause
he knows eventualy it'll come
Em
Flowers and candles,
Bm
filled a memorial on his street
Em
In memory of his boy
Bm
that got shot last week
C
He left behind two little girls
He had a family—they'd gather here every
night in hopes that God might speak
Em
Bm
The whole time he had—murder on
Em
his mind
All he thought was
payback and loaded up his 9 and
C
Got with his boys,
and he hopped inside the whip
Went to an enemy spot and started
Em
shootin' out the ride and
It's hard to say if it's wrong or right
And now he's behind bars with
Bm
C
a case to fight
'Cause in the end, nobody wins
No matter what situation,
it's never your job to take a life
Em
Bm
Em
C
Verse 3
Em
I had to visit you 'cause your moms
Bm
don't wanna see you this way
Em
I pray to God every night
to fight your demons away
C
I just feel like I'm losin' you, homie
Can't you see what they doin'? They just usin' you, man,
they foolin' you, homie
Em
The streets don't love us, man,
Bm
they never did
Em
Always so worried 'bout death
that we can't ever live
C
See, the streets got you
brainwashed, they fuckin' with ya head
That's when he looked at me and said
Em
Bm
"I lost my only two brothers to
the streets that I rep
Em
Besides, my mom is the only
Bm
fam I really got left
C
The only family I ever had
They treated me like a son,
I ain't have a dad
Em
See, the streets taught me loyalty,
Bm
respect, and how to live by a code
Em
They never taught me no different,
this is all that I know
C
Even though your pops was crazy
and he wasn't always there
Even though he made mistakes,
homie, that motherfucker cares
Em
See, I can't say the same about mine,
homie
Really I could give two fucks if he died,
homie
C
After the way that he beat my mother,
he ain't never love us
That motherfucker's already dead in my eyes,
homie"
Em
I told him, "A real man
Bm
stands up on his own
Em
And doesn't need a fuckin' gang
to have his back 'cause he's grown
C
I know you think nobody cares,
but man, that ain't true
Your mom's already lost two men,
she can't lose you
Em
You think these cats would
do the same for you?
Think they'd take the blame for you?
Think these motherfuckers would
put they family through pain for you?
C
Where is your hood at when it's
all said and done?
You ain't pull a trigger when
that bullet shot from that gun
Em
Takin' the blame 'cause you don't wanna snitch,
Bm
Em
dog, is you dumb?
Takin' care of your moms makes you gangster,
C
not where you from
Dog, is you dumb?
Takin' care of your moms makes you gangster,
not where you from"
Em
He said, "It's kill or be killed,
Bm
understand that shit
Em
I got accessory to murder, dog,
they planned that shit
C
How dare you come visit me and act
like you better
Motherfucker, we from the same place, I
can't stand that shit
Em
You always preach God,
Bm
but do you really believe in Him?
Em
If we all sinners, man,
Bm
what the fuck do we mean to Him?
C
Either He don't exist
or the Devil is beatin' Him
When my grandma was down,
where was God when she needed Him?
Em
You can go your own way,
but this the life for me
Don't call, don't visit,
C
and don't write to me
We all sin, you know better
than the next man
You ain't God, you can't tell me
Em
what's wrong or right for me
Some people meant to win,
I was meant to fail
Some people meant for Heaven,
I was meant for Hell
C
Some people meant to live and be free,
but not me
Been in this system since 7, I
Em
was meant for jail
I guess nobody is perfect
Tell my mama, I'm sorry,
C
but there's no way to reverse it
I guess nobody is perfect
Tell my mama, I'm sorry,
Em
but there's no way to reverse it..."
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