Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
F
Am
F
Uh,
Am
uh- uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh- uh, uh
Verse 2
Am
Uh, I know you waitin'
F
Gettin' fed up,
you runnin' out of patience
C
Just keep your head up,
I told you we would make it
G
Can't give my meds up,
Am
I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
F
Best make it count,
make sure it's no time wasted
C
I beat the trenches for my team,
that was a great win
G
Lose when you gave it everything,
that's hard to take in (uh- uh- uh)
Verse 3
Am
Ayy, look, I do this shit for all
my guys that got put under
F
Fifty shots, I'm a drummer,
them guns spit 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 want a H2 Hummer
F
My uncle did a bid,
they could've gave him football numbers
C
I went from Mandrake daily
tryna work on my jumper
G
Now it's gang- gang,
we stay on top of shit like a plunger, uh
Am
Old heads can't trick us,
drop rakes and we flick up
F
Blow his face, get zipped up,
ambulance pick up
C
Uh, red cups full of liquor,
let lead bust for my niggas
G
Come through and tear it
up with them blickers
Am
I really fed all of my killers
Verse 4
Am
Uh, I know you waitin'
F
Gettin' fed up,
you runnin' out of patience
C
Just keep your head up,
I told you we would make it
G
Can't give my meds up,
Am
I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
F
Best make it count,
make sure it's no time wasted
C
I beat the trenches for my team,
that was a great win
G
Lose when you gave it everything,
that's hard to take in (uh- uh- uh)
Verse 5
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,
it was vacant
G
Lil' nigga in jail stabbin' shit up like he Jason,
uh, uh, uh
Am
Ridin' in a Porsche with some
horses like I'm racin'
F
Bitch so bad look photoshopped
when she naked
C
Made it out the jungle where
it's scorchin' and blazin'
G
C
My dog get money and I get money,
G
it's contagious
Am
Went from a trapper to
F
livin' like a popstar
I done got so rich I'm feedin'
my lil' kids caviar
C
My bitch don't want for shit,
she get whatever she want
Em
G
My shooter walk you down, stand over you,
Am
make sure it's done
Verse 6
Am
Uh, I know you waitin'
F
Gettin' fed up,
you runnin' out of patience
C
Just keep your head up,
I told you we would make it
G
Can't give my meds up,
Am
I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
F
Best make it count,
make sure it's no time wasted
C
I beat the trenches for my team,
that was a great win
G
Lose when you gave it everything,
Outro 1
that's hard to take in (uh- uh- uh)
Am
F
C
G
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