Tonalité : Bb major
Intro 1
C
Am
C
D
Am
C
D
Verse 1
Am
C
Late to bed and early to rise,
D
I can't sleep cause I ain't got a dime
Am
C
I'm losing my points, fuck the boys,
no strength to jock a hoe
D
If it wasn't for hands,
what the fuck would I have pockets for?
C
I dreams of heat and three square meals
D
I wish my only problem was a feel,
C
Am
I can't feel a thing
C
My body's under nourishment
D
When a nigga's hungry,
he get this strange type of fuckin' courage
Am
C
I'm on fire but my veins are cold
D
I'm way past excited,
still my heart pumps slow
C
I got nothin' to lose
D
Except life itself
I'm in triflin' health
C
But still I stroll five or six miles a day
G till I die, nigga, fuck
C
But anyway, it's just a small formality
D
Ain't nothin' realer to a n***a than reality,
for real
Am
C
Ain't nothin' realer than this realism,
D
cause I'm real, it's down the key
C
Now it's, ain't nothin' realer than reality itself,
D
I'm gonna stay down till I take my last breath
Am
C
Just about ready to snip a note to
V .O .V.
D
Seize the essay I knew
from back in the day
C
Swear to n***a, five thousand grams
D
To a n***a with at least
five thousand scams
C
Add the extra to a whoop,
D
now I swoop a coup with the
L on the front
C
Nigga, what you want? I got them sold up from
L .A. to
Diego
D
Hell yeah, got the swell, but it's still the
C
Bombay ho
Am
C
Niggas is gettin' mad,
D
they gettin' jealous, they dialin'
Whitson
They tryin' to set trip,
Am
C
they been tryin' to push up on my family
D
Now that's the lowest of all lows,
in fact, that shit is scandalous,
Am
G
C
I only set trip on those who trip on me
D
Leave they folks up out the shit
and go straight for the
G
Am
C
They wants to do me cause of my salary but
D
I got something real for they ass called reality
C
Nigga, ain't nothing realer
than this realism
D
Cause I'm real, down the key now
Am
C
It's a, ain't nothing realer
D
than reality itself
I'm gonna stay down even
if it means death
C
First I ain't had shit to live
But now I got something to die
D
I got something to cry
C
Am
I got something to drive by for
C
Therefore I can't afford to miss
D
I catch 8 of them mugs sniffing out
C
Am
C
Now how can I serve them all?
D
I burn the back of they house down
C
And wait for they ass to crawl
Am
C
Out the front door, inflamed
D
Am
And start to let loose like a one man gang
C
Am
C
I'm watching niggas blood poke
D
I bet you punk motherfuckers
C
Won't be threatening no kids no more
Am
C
I get some wet cleans,
leaves without a trace
D
Kept my mask on,
C
ain't nobody seen my face
Am
C
I only gave them what they paid for
D
I only served them what
they played for
C
Am
C
That's what they get for trying to battle me,
D
Eb
trying to kill me with my family, now that's reality.
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