Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Am
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Damn, man,
it's a shame, my nigga
Seem like every time you put
your hand out
To gift somebody,
some nigga bite your shit
Am
You know, I ain't done nothin'
but keep it real with them niggas
You heard me?
Some niggas want you locked up
Verse 2
Check this out, yeah
Am
My nigga took the charge for
me, for that, he real
What would he think of convicted felons
Who step and press
that brand new crib?
Ever since, I been in the field
(Sorry, grandma)
The real fans feelin' like I changed
since I got this deal
heart, Sosa died on this block
I got turned on to Young Jefe, then
I was out searching for real
love just like Mary J. Blige
I told lil' Filthy, "It's Crip love,
Verse 3
I love you with my heart"
Dm
G
I'm searching for real love
But I guess that I'm blinded
Am
G
I've been searching for so long
Am
But I just can't seem to find it
Verse 4
I lost lil' Quahfee to that heat, Mama Marta to cancer
Am
They sent lil' Leeky up that creek,
too much shit I can't handle
G
He got a bitch on Facebook with Dickie
Am
Tim cock it back and let it bust
'til it ain't got no ammo
Shout out to Brozak
He taught me to put the paper first
(Stack up the guap)
It hurt to face the fact my
lil' cousin on paperwork
G
And I'm the one showed you the shit,
that's why I wanna slap you
All the iron you slung and licks you hit
Verse 5
That shit don't hold no value
This for my dawg in the pave
Em
ment
G
And you ain't had to take a stand
C
G
But, you still made a statement
Am
(R.I.P. to all my motherfuckin' niggas)
Verse 6
It's too late for all that butter love
I gotta show you come straight
from the gutter love
Verse 7
Am
Young black man, the chosen one
He took his family out of poverty
What you do when you've been crossed
so many times without apology?
G
Mentally stable but I don't think
I'm able mentally
The way I've been a wheelchair,
Am
you would think I had a disability
Verse 8
While I was lost seekin' for love, I lost myself,
it ain't no fair to me
I was writing raps inside my cell
I scream and yell,
this not to the place to be
Stress to my girl like, baby, please
Don't play with us, we play with keeps
Am
All of my niggas slang iron in the streets
Verse 9
I bet I get him deceased
Red watched him put on his mask,
I want them niggas six feet
but still sing to the streets
Big choppers,
we love to bust 'em every time that it's beef
Verse 10
but you can't take the ghetto out me
We just some cold- blooded killers,
G
who gon' live in these streets
And we been steppin' on them niggas
every time that it's beef
Am
Want them niggas dead and gone this week
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