Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Em
G
Fm
Am
Am
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Em
When I sleep I snore,
G
Am
my battle cries a lion's roar
Everyday feels like
I'm at war,
start that pedal tap, now
I'm floored
Em
Wheels on the road and yeah,
Am
no one knows where I go
I'm not myself anymore,
pushin' got my muscles so sore
Em
G
Jumpin' off the top of the cliff,
Am
just tryna soar
My nigga
Ben says, don't forget what you doin' for
Am
I'm on the left shuffling side to side
Fuck school,
I ain't trying to shoot the shit like
Columbine
When I arrive to drop a line and stop beef
Cause pocket died and big is gone
Both sides think they're right,
E
now they're dead and wrong
Em
Dead an d gone and niggas
Am
still won't try to get along
Or at least be civil,
talk to family on prison phones
Em
While seeing them through the window
G
Am
Time inside just rots the minds and they
don't see the kids grow
Sticking to the script like
E
a t -shirt with lint, yo
Am
Stuck inside a box, no bento
Cause life ain't so simple, so simple
Em
Out in these streets ain't
Am
nobody say same
E
Am
Shakin' money trees, some got guns,
some got rakes
When the floods look great
they'll cut the wires now
Em
Out in these streets ain't
G
Am
nobody say same
E
Shakin' money trees,
Am
some got guns, some got rakes
When the floods look great
they'll cut the wires now
Em
Makes me wonder the time
G
Chicago became
Dm
Chi -Rac
Am
All hoods are similar,
make the right turn and it should last
E
Niggas are all monitors and
you better have your pass
Am
But out there it doesn't matter
Cause everyone can get capped
Em
like a championship team
Dm
No one likes to lose,
Am
so we're all chasing the ring
But somebody has to,
E
pray you don't make a bad move
Am
Cause when that checkmate comes,
hope heaven gates will have you
Her nights are not bashful
Em
Thinking bout this shit while my
G
Dm
glass is almost empty
Am
Solo drinking, not an alcoholic,
don't offend me
E
Really?
You'll just get ignored
Am
If you're lucky, you'll get looked at
I do this for my niggas who got
Em
caught up tryna push that
G
Dirty money keep you lookin'
Am
clean on the scene
Even when you're servin' fiends
and feelin' good racks
E
Am
Livin' out stereotypes, new burial heights
I hoop, dance well,
and speak while I carry your mic
Em
Out in these streets,
Am
ain't nobody safe
Ain't nobody safe
E
Shakin' money trees,
Am
some got guns, some got rakes
When the floods flood,
they'll cut the wires and it's late
Em
Out in these streets,
Am
ain't nobody safe
E
Shakin' money trees,
Am
some got guns, some got rakes
When the floods flood, they'll cut the wires and it's late
Em
G
Am
E
Am
Em
E
Fm
Am
E
Esus4
Am
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