Tonalité : F minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
I
lost my yank and I swear that shit make my soul cry
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When I'm on stage, I be nervous,
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it be the phone lights
Em
Used to be flashin' from guns,
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but it be the phones now
Em
Quarter million,
brothers look like water in it
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Not supposed to have it on me,
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but I still be rollin' with it
Em
I cannot get caught without it,
shootings happen every minute
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N****s mad about bitches,
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I been hit since I was in elementary
Em
Wonder how it feel to see me
go from school to television
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Never want my life for some fame,
but I won't let them get it
Em
Promise not to change, stay the same,
got my dawgs with me
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Flashes on the stage, it's not the police,
got my dawg tripped
Em
Shout out to them n****s that was
dissin', tell them catch up with me
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And I changed my life, I pray to
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God, and I pay for killin'
Em
Six figures on lawyers, free
Lil'
Looney, jury found him guilty
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Tell my grandma, baby,
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send a crime when he free, I'm buyin' a
Benton
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I lost my neck and I swear
that shit make my soul cry
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When I'm on stage, I be nervous,
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it be the phone line
Em
Used to be flashin' from guns,
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but it be the phone line
Em
Quarter million
Rolex look like water in it
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Not supposed to have it on me,
G
but I'll still be rollin' with it
Em
I cannot get caught without it,
shootings happen every minute
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N****s mad about it, b****es, I been
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lit since I was in elementary
Em
They ain't wanna see me make it, them
n****s was goaltending
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Pull up in that go- salon,
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I don't have a soul with me
Em
Cause everybody changed before I
had a chance to get here
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F***ed y'all up top,
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remember shopping at the
Goodwill
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Remember it was dark and I ain't think
no one would find me
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Now I walk on stage and all them flashing
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lights were blinding
Em
Rich and still hurt,
I'm shedding tears in this designer
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Focus on this paper cause
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they folding up like binders
Em
I'm on me, I'm city rollin' I'm hurt,
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you might never notice
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Em
Man, by bitches, I don't get it,
I just guess I'm different
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You probably see y walkin' down the
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aisle, I let the gang hear the
Em
One half of a rapper,
the other one in life and cryin'
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I'm his lady, feelin' raw,
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I know he with a cane of mine
Em
Me no talk, the police up, no cap,
he known for stayin' quiet
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Million dollar smile,
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I'm still dyin' on the inside
Em
My life ridiculous, f*** a sentence,
gotta ride with it
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I know n****s had it on
them and they died with it
Em
Rockin' like a bad,
because it's certain shit we don't consider
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Broad day on weekends,
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we gon' cut they block off, we
Em
DCLs
I lost my youngin', I swear
that shit made my soul cop
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When I'm on stage, I be nervous,
G
it be the phone, like
Em
Used to be flashin' from guns,
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but it be the phone, now
G
Em
Ooh, quarter- million runs,
look like water in it
C
Not supposed to have it on me,
G
but I still be rollin' with it
Em
I cannot get caught without it,
shootings happen every minute
C
Niggas mad about bitches,
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I been lit since I was in elementary
Em
I run with some poachers and some
slimes back there in
Pinnaparty
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Niggas mad about bitches,
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I been niggas since I was in kindergarten
Em
I can't get mad, I feel y'all,
Outro 1
didn't think that I would get this far
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