Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
Em
C
Dsus4
D
G
D
(Hahaha,
Nick, you're stupid)
Em
We was taught to fight no matter what,
it ain't no givin' up
G
C
Never really know when it's your time,
you gotta live it up
G
D
Standin' on that corner like a rush
and we can't get enough
G
War zone, I'm on my way to school,
D
got my blicker tucked
Em
Prayed to the Lord for better days,
feel like he skippin' us
G
C
You gon' either die or see the system,
ain't no slippin' up
D
In these streets they'll take your life
and they don't give a fuck
G
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just
D
been tryna run my digits up
Verse 2
Em
Lost touch with God,
I'm so happy that I found you
C
Money only change the ones
around you
G
D
Nonbelievers listened to your dreams
Bm
and they clowned you
D
G
All the same niggas showin' love,
D
used to doubt you
Em
Feel out of place when that fake
D
love surround you
G
C
Bitch, I run my city,
Bm
C
they know who to give the crown to
D
My dogs on go and ain't shit
to bring them hounds through
We don't give a fuck,
we shed blood on that ground too
Em
And when you fight for your life,
D
ain't no round two
G
C
In the hood watchin' my big homies
pushin' pounds too
D
Used to daydream and shinin' in
the hood with these bands
Tryna leave these hard times,
run through millies with my friend
Em
But my homies died young
and that wasn't part of the plan
C
Flyin' on these planes,
wish that I could reach and touch your hand
D
I don't wanna be awake,
that's why I keep poppin' these Xans
G
My girl heart became a weakness,
D
I did everything I can
Verse 3
Em
We was taught to fight no matter what,
it ain't no givin' up
D
C
Never really know when it's your time,
you gotta live it up
D
Standin' on that corner like a rush
and we can't get enough
G
War zone, I'm on my way to school,
D
got my blicker tucked
Em
Prayed to the Lord for better days,
feel like he skippin' us
G
C
You gon' either die or see the system,
ain't no slippin' up
D
In these streets they'll take your life
and they don't give a fuck
G
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just
D
been tryna run my digits up
Verse 4
Em
All my shorties know it's spark,
load that .40 up and spray it
Tweak with the squad and we start
C
clappin' like a standin' ovation
G
Doin' all this sinnin',
D
feelin' like I'm gettin' close to Satan
G
The street's a dirty ho,
D
give it your heart and she gon' break it
Em
Just wanted to be rich,
D
was out there hustlin' with frustration
C
Felt like I was behind,
so I got tired of bein' patient
D
If your mind stuck on the finer things
then you supposed to chase it
G
Ridin' in that brand new Beamer
D
, I feel motivated
Em
Fake niggas show support,
but deep inside I know they hate it
C
Fuck the industry, it's all cap,
D
C
this shit overrated
G
D
Promise I'm gon' be the greatest 'til
it ain't no more debatin'
Prodigy, a young king that's why
my momma cultivated
Em
In that cell, public defender tried
D
to offer me probation
C
Now I step out on that stage and see
a thousand different faces
Thinkin' 'bout my life,
D
I probably would have died if I ain't make it
G
R.I.P. TimTim, I remember
D
out last conversation
Verse 5
Em
We was taught to fight no matter what,
it ain't no givin' up
D
C
Never really know when it's your time,
D
you gotta live it up
G
D
Standin' on that corner like a rush
and we can't get enough
G
War zone, I'm on my way to school,
D
got my blicker tucked
Em
Prayed to the Lord for better days,
feel like he skippin' us
G
C
You gon' either die or see the system,
ain't no slippin' up
D
In these streets they'll take your life
and they don't give a fuck
G
Ain't worried 'bout the opps, I just been tryna
D
run my digits up
Outro 1
Em
C
D
G
D
Em
C
D
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