Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
Dm
Dear Heavenly Father,
Gm
Dm
I come to you seeking comfort in depressed times
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
This is a depressed time
Luca Brasi!
Verse 2
Dm
Every rapper in the game'll say they
sold cocaine
Never went to jail was
Never on no chain
Always throwing crosses that's
what lil' hoes get
Gm
Dm
Claim to be a boss but you
a lil' broke bitch,
Reason you alive thank the niggas you run wit,
I was in a cell witchu and
Gm
you ain't run shit,
Dm
Told me put my shoes on,
But you ain't scratch
Gm
I wreck hall and jack off and
Dm
Gm
then was so laid back
Dm
For niggas you would make calls,
Don't that sound like draft
When I call a bitch in love she
get here oh so fast,
Fucking right I read my bible,
I believe in God,
G
Dm
Yeah you punched me in my shit but
you did not hit hard (laughs)
Verse 3
Dm
I have respect for every man that
demand your respect,
Nigga still alive,
he lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before
Gm
I pull a nigga dick,
Dm
All you pussy rappers just be pulling
niggas dick (ya bitch)
Verse 4
Dm
Behind my name I'm standing
Gm
Dm
tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I
would put that foolish pride away,
If you cross can't take a loss,
Gm
I can't walk away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd
Dm
ever let you walk away
Verse 5
R- E- S- P- E- C- T this heat,
I keep that Glock with me
Caught two pistol charges still got
my L's and reciprocity
Never be a celebrity,
all this beef where the broccoli
Gm
Dm
I'm obviously not wrapped to tightly,
probably better off offing me
A nigga better watch how he talk to me,
like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas,
I get calls way more often from jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my block
we all thought it was hell
Gm
Dm
On the L's, sippin' syrup tryna mend this
Gm
broken heart from all the betrayal
Dm
Sold it before it got off the scale,
re- up and do it again
Shot it out so many times,
got to see who was truly my friends
I was one deep in deep thought
Thinking everybody tryna con
Gm
or cross me
Dm
It's getting hard to be humble tryna
get this bad karma off me
Starlito!
Verse 6
Dm
I have respect for every man that
demand your respect,
Nigga still alive,
He lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before
I pull a nigga dick,
Gm
All you pussy rappers just be
Dm
pulling niggas dick (ya bitch)
Verse 7
Dm
Behind my name I'm standing
Gm
Dm
tall and will die any day,
As I grew wise I thought that I
would put that foolish pride away,
If you cross can't take a loss,
Gm
I can't walk away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd
ever let you walk away
Dm
I just aim the
Verse 8
Smithn' 22 and win me 14- 6
If I lost you with the multiple you
don't know shit
16 through 52's you got you 4 bricks
But it probably was in vein,
Cause you won't score shit
Brah talk about me bad,
I'm like not my boy
When I got his bitch pregnant
bet it broke his heart
Gone ahead and get some get
back or fuck my bitch
Gm
I'll let you in on a lil'
Dm
Gm
secret nigga she not shit,
Dm
First ole' lady crushed my feelings,
I ain't been hurt since
Whole family full of gangstas and
Gm
we both know this,
Dm
If a sucker run up on me
he can get bent up,
C
Gm
Dm
Hold it down for my real niggas still penned up,
Outro 1
Luca Brasi!
Dm
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Dm
Gm
Dm
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Dm
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