Tonalité : D# minor
Intro 1
Am
Em
F
Am
F
Am
Verse 1
Am
I know you're waiting,
F
getting fed up
You're running out of patience,
C
just keep your head up
I told you we'll make it,
G
can't get my meds up
Am
I see too many faces, uh,
and new forms racing
F
And best make it count,
make sure it's no time wasted
C
I beat the churches for my team,
that was a great win
G
Lose when you gave it everything,
that's hard to take in
Am
Ayy, look, I do this shit
for all my guys that got put under
F
Fifty shots, I'm a drummer,
them guns fit thunder
C
One shot and he dead,
call that bitch the one -hit wonder
Em
No, we don't aim for legs,
G
tryna make it hot all summer
Am
As a small kid, I used to wanna H2 Hummer
F
My uncle did a bit,
they coulda gave him football numbers
C
I went for mandrake daily,
tryna work on my jumper
G
Now it's gang, gang,
we stay on top of shit like a plunger
Am
Uh, old heads can't trick us,
drop racks when we flick up
F
Bloy's face gets zipped up,
ambulance pickup
C
Uh, red cups full of liquor,
let lab bust my niggas
G
Come through and tear it
up with them blickers
I really fed all of my killers
Am
F
Uh, I know you waitin', gettin' fed up
You runnin' out of patience,
C
just keep your head up
I told you we'll make it,
G
can't get my meds up
I see too many faces, uh
Am
And them foreigns racin',
F
best make it count
Make sure it's no time wasted
C
I beat the churches for my team,
that was a great win
G
Lose when you gave it everything
that's hard to take in, uh -uh
Am
Ayy, I'm gettin' fast money,
cause I ain't got no patience
F
I'm with my team,
cause they cook niggas like bacon
C
I did my thing, trappin' out,
the spot was vacant
G
Lil' nigga in jail,
stabbin' shit up like he Jason,
uh -uh -uh
Am
Ridin' a Porsche
with some horses like I'm racin'
F
Bitch so bad,
lookin' photoshopped when she naked
C
Made it out the jungle
where it's scorchin' and blazin'
G
C
My dawg get money and I get money,
G
it's contagious
Am
Been from a trap world,
I'm livin' like a pop star
F
I done got so rich,
I'm feedin' my lil' kids, carry on
C
My bitch don't want for shit,
she get whatever she want
Em
My shooter walk you down,
G
stand over you, make sure it's done
Am
F
I know you waitin', gettin' fed up
Be runnin' out of patience
C
Just keep your head up,
I told you we'll make it
G
Can't get my mirrors up,
Am
I see too many faces, uh
And them foreigns racin'
F
Best make it count,
make sure it's no time wasted
C
I beat the churches for my team,
that was a great win
G
Lose when you gave it
everything that's hard to take in
Am
F
C
Uh -uh -uh
G
You
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