Tonalité : C# minor
Intro 1
Dm
Am
Verse 1
Dm
Am
I thought this s*** was all for us,
you went against me
Gave you the clothes on my back
and you had to steal it for me
Then you were innocent when
the heck you were missing
Dm
You know for you, my n***a, yeah,
Am
I would've killed for you
It's the promise up,
I ain't trippin' off the other s
Dm
Am
You my n***a, what made
this shit so unfortunate?
Said, what's your reasons? I don't know,
it ain't no point to me
Dm
Try not to think about it,
Am
I try to ignore the shit
F
Dm
Am
Fuck that, it gone far behind, man
I'm a real breed,
Dm
Am
guess I'm the last of my kind
Said, they got vultures
everywhere where I reside
Your dog cautious,
Dm
don't forgive him, let him die
Am
F
Blood leaking out his head
Am
until falling from his ass
The
Glock inside his mouth,
he got no trouble to be quiet
Good f*** about the plean and
the f*** about all the crime
You go against the team,
Dm
you must've lost your f***ing mind
Am
Dm
Say, been what's wrong with these
n****s trippin', now they tellin' me
C
Dm
Now I'm told I done
overdosed on my medicine
F
Am
You n****s wrong,
normalizin' all of that jealousy
And all that low- key mice and
doin' their tellin' shit
Only thing, be the closest to safety
Don't set no policy,
we gon' talk to the referee
J gon' give him his wings,
it won't take them but a second
Dm
Cause he won't get the missus till
we send that bitch to heaven
Am
I'm on the solution murder
So don't yawn, n***a, girl,
don't burn up
Hit mama, said that he too
young for a whippin'
Step daddy went and stole it,
Dm
got another one to scratch it
Am
Now your mama gone against her, so
the judge found him guilty
Watch for a ride,
Dm
Am
you're there to see ya
Better stay focused, gotta keep up
They'll stab you in your
back with a needle
Dm
Don't trust a f***er, learn
Am
frontside keys
Mm- hmm, the gang get rainin'
Dm
C
Dm
on the sleepers
Am
F- round, be your man,
Dm
Am
your own people
No matter what you do,
don't turn your back round
That ain't your man,
Dm
you better check his background
Am
Mm- hmm, you never put no
n***a in your hustle
He come around the store
to get accustomed
You tell him no,
and now he hollin' f*** it
Dm
Won't shoot him in his head
and watch him suffer
Am
Mm- hmm, I'm the thang,
be the closest
Don't set no apologies,
we gon' talk to the reverend
Jake gon' give him his wings,
it won't take nothin'
But a second
Dm
Cuz he won't get the missions
D
Dm
Till we send that
b***h to heaven
Am
The only solution, murder,
told him y'all n****s
Got dope burners
His mama said that he too young
For a whipper
Slept dead and went and stole it
Dm
Got another one and scratched it
Now his mama gone
Am
Again, so the judge found him guilty
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