Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
Em
D
I spent the summer
Em
Bb
out in Klamath Falls
Am
Dm
Em
Fell in love and came up
E
G#m
Em
on some brand new drugs
Bb
I was 13, sippin' St. Ives
Dm
She looked like Kelly Williams
Em
Em
with some slanted eyes
D
Em
Dm
I had a chick out in Chilikin
Am
Dm
Am
Bitch used to stay stone
Em
d like a philistine
Said her man had a dick
D
like a millipede
Am
Dm
She would let me fuckin' suck
Am
Em
her pussy for a little weed
Bb
Em
Checked in the motel,
D
Em
we had some more dope to sell
D
Am
Five dollar tapes though,
D
Am
you know the story
Em
Bb
Em
Mashed from the East Coast
Straight to the East Coast
D
Am
24 hour grind,
D
Am
Em
Am
been on that beast mode
Bb
Em
My money was micro,
my bitch was a psycho
D
Am
She would start trippin' bitch,
Dm
D
Em
Bb
Em
is you on your psycho?
D
Em
Am
G
If you ain't fuckin' on the period
D
Em
Then motherfucker you
Bb
Em
ain't serious
Am
Dm
Am
I was 18 sippin' Xanax
Dm
Em
Takin' weed across all them state lines
D
But I never smoke my own supply
Dm
Am
Dm
How you gettin' money
Em
if you gettin' high?
D
How you elevatin' if you celebratin'?
Am
Em
Am
Used to be illegal,
Dm
Em
now they talkin' bout
Bb
Em
it's medication
Free the homies,
that's emancipation
Am
Dm
Growin' 40 acres worth of weed,
Em
that's my reparation
D
In a nation tryna kill us,
Em
D
tryna hold us back
Am
Dm
Am
Em
I want my picket fence and
Bb
Em
the cul -de -sac
D
Em
Sacrifice bein' cool so I
D
Am
can stack my bread
D
Am
You trying to get some likes,
Bb
I'm trying to get ahead
Em
D
Dead serious about my
Em
D
dead presidents
Am
Had to get it done,
Dm
Am
had no dad in the residence
Bbm
Em
D
Had to do it on my own,
C#m
be my own man
A
C#m
Said I'm about to be a rapper,
Em
but had no fam
Cm
C#m
C#
No plan B to fall back on
C#m
Em
On the corner with my music,
got my trap on
Am
Bb
Am
I was 21, sippin' St. Ives
Dm
Am
Em
Slangin' music that
would change lives
That was seven years before I got signed,
Am
Em
but I never sold out to get mine
Em
D
Em
D
I did neato, never flipped a kilo,
Am
but still kept a hood
Dm
like some chili cheese fritos
Em
D
No tuxedo when I fi nally
Em
D
hit the Grammys
Am
and some jinkies and some chucks
Dm
Em
So the streets understand me,
never count me out
G
D
but you can count me down
Am
Dm
G#
A couple more years till
Em
I wear the crown,
round and round,
D
Em
man y 'all know how the story go
D
Am
Dm
Am
Give me all my money,
Dm
D
Em
but to God is where the glory go
Bb
Em
And nowadays it's
D
kinda hard to find St. Ives
Dm
So I might buy the franchise
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