Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Dm
C#dim
Bbdim
I
Dm
told em,
Gm
I ain't for play, my homies is spray,
Dm
you can get shot in your face,
Gm
any time of the day, city or state,
Bb
Gm
Dm
get your life taken away,
when all the smoke clears,
Gm
you done with your tears,
Dm
hope you got prayers to say,
cause we gone be here,
Gm
going nowhere, you gone die
Dm
I don't pop shit, I make enough noise,
come through with them big boys
Gm
Playin' with big toys,
Dm
the beef that we avoid
But that don't mean that we
ain't ready for warfare,
Bb
no sleep, we pause
Dm
In the bip -bop bottles,
fuck with a few models
Puff -hairs, spin -casts,
they callin' me Aristotle
It's like we hit the lotto, so much cake
Can't wait to live in this place
Gm
where no one hates
Dm
I guess when you're rich and grown,
people bitch and moan
Gm
Dm
Not to sound cliche, dog,
we'll stick to stones
I break bones,
but your words don't hurt me
Shoot your block up out your skin
And yo' B .I. trying to lurk me
I go get it, I stay with some big plans
Got room through the gangland
Gm
Dm
with a cig in my waistband
Now what you gon' do?
I'm all in your face, fam
Gm
Put some iron in your diet,
now how does it taste, fam?
Dm
Gm
You know I'm told I ain't for play,
no movies to spray
Dm
You get good shot in the face
Gm
In the time of the day, the city of stay
Dm
Get your life taken away
With all the smoke clears
Gm
Dm
Done with the tears
Bb
Hope you got prayers to say
Cause we gon' be here
C#dim
Going nowhere
Bbm
Bb
Dm
You gon' die right where you lay a
bitch ass nigga to a straight nigga bitch
And I'm just doing good
Gm
so imagine if I was rich
Dm
All the hate intensify
Rumors spread round
You want the king spot
Bb
Dm
but not the thorns in the crown
So I gotta keep it hoodie
Soldier so bully in the 40's
so fully, auto, that it's frightening
Gm
it's something like a secret indictment
Dm
it's like when the gavel slams down
hammer slam around
and the body slam the ground plus,
half y 'all dudes on a conquest
doing girly shit,
Bb
Dm
having staring contests
yeah, that's why I gotta expose you
and check you like a real
G supposed to plus,
no coming back from the case,
pray no saving them,
Gm
so just let them lay
Dm
Gm
Told em, I ain't for play,
my homies are sprayed,
Dm
you could get shot in the face
Gm
Any time of the day, city or state,
Dm
get your life taken away
When all the smoke clears,
done with the tears,
Gm
Bb
hope you got prayers to say
Cause we gon' be here,
C#dim
going nowhere,
Bbdim
A
Dm
you gon' die right where you lay
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