Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
A
World's getting crazier and crazier
183rd Street
All I know the price of money is the love
Am
The price of love is damn
F
You don't love where you from
Nah, nah, you still chasing
Dm
Am
A
Am
F
Dm
F
A
Am
A
Am
C
I'm from the hood,
E
you gotta pray
C
you make it through the night
F
E
F
Cut on the sink and pray that water
make it through the pipes
Am
A
My lil' bro sold a brick today,
I'm gon' sell it to the night
My pops told me to sell whatever
if you move the right
F
So now I'm too precise,
C
F
countin' every unit twice
Watch how you move the dice,
shooters must've moved the mice
A
I sent the shots and they penetrated
I ain't have to lift a finger,
but they resonated
Am
Every movie needs a villain,
A
I was designated
I put a shooter on my shooter,
cause he hesitated
Shit, I started off a shooter,
but I elevated
Am
And I ain't never dead, no plugs,
shit, I was dedicated
A
Every night I made it home,
a nigga celebrated
Am
Now my trap phone
got more numbers stored
A
than the yellow pages
I prayed to God for so long
it felt like the devil saved us
We carried your back on the gang
and it had me devastated
F
They gave my nigga L said
it was premeditated
Ain't sippin' soda in years
if it wasn't medicated
They put all these drugs
Am
in the streets
A
then they tried to regulate it
They put us in public housing,
wanted us through segregated
Am
F
I went and took opportunities,
I ain't never waited
I sacrificed everything until
it regenerated
Dm
Am
Really, looking for me,
A
I'm on the block where the killers is at
Real dealers do business
with no feelings attached
Am
I keep a brick of fetty stashed
F
with a cinnamon nap
E
I've been a driller,
C
F
I put niggas on that citizen app
Am
A
Yeah, I'm like Kev
Chaves meets Kev Liles
Shit, I could coach you through the game,
I'm like Les Miles
F
Am
How you a boss,
E
they never give your mom ten thou
F
It ain't a load if you ain't shop
at least ten pounds
A
If it's smoke,
I gotta drop at least ten rounds
Nobody count,
but they say it's at least 10 found
We was boys back then,
but we men now
They got me started,
I could barely put the pen down
When I was packagin' white,
I learned to sacrifice
I was always after money,
wasn't after height
Now I'ma eat until I'm full
or lose my appetite
I pray that God could forgive us all
in the afterlife
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