Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Am
F
G
Em
Yeah,
Am
F
G
Em
look
Verse 2
Am
Always wanted me a Cutlass,
F
huh, with the bucket seat
G
Em
Always grew up hustling, gettin' money,
G
the hood showed love to me
Am
All my young niggas sprayin',
F
so on my side, this shit get ugly
G
Em
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
Am
Always on my dick,
F
Am
bruh, you don't love me
G
Em
Always callin' me big
G
bruh, and you don't know me
Am
F
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
G
Em
I can't count this shit up,
Am
true story
F
Uh, I used to wan'
Verse 3
F
play
for the Knicks
Em
G
Started servin' these J's nicks
Em
Off the porch to the pavement
G
Am
I was broke, I was takin' risks
F
Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
G
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
Em
So we was always takin' shit, uh
Am
Back then
F
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack,
G
it wasn't much, but I had it
Em
Work the block, no, beat the block all night,
Am
girl, I'm Michael Jackson
F
Uh, I ain't gotta sell drugs no more,
G
baby girl, I'm brackin'
Em
I ain't gotta sell drugs no more,
Am
baby girl, I'm crackin'
F
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
G
Em
I hate that you turned your back on me, I
had way too much love for you, yeah
Am
F
I see that you fallin' back from me, huh,
G
ain't no more askin' me, yeah
Em
Ain't no more cappin' me
Verse 4
(nah), can't get no cash from me
Am
Always wanted me a Cutlass,
F
huh, with the bucket seat
Em
G
Em
Always grew up hustling, gettin' money,
G
the hood showed love to me
Am
All my young niggas sprayin',
F
so on my side, this shit get ugly
G
Em
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
Am
Always on my dick,
F
bruh, you don't love me
G
Em
Always callin' me big
G
bruh, and you don't know me
Am
F
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
G
Em
I can't count this shit up,
F
true story (yeah)
Verse 5
Am
F
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me,
look at what love did
G
I was betrayed,
Em
the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
G
Am
I been to the pen', got tough skin
F
I run with the real, so what then?
G
I hope he don't fold when he
go up the road
Em
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
Am
And I'm on the road to riches
F
Money attractin' these niggas and scandalous hoes,
G
already knowin' the business
Em
Doin' the best we can, we pickin' up cans,
G
Am
one of the strongest members
F
One of your partners went dig in your pockets,
G
you say you ain't got it, he throwin' a triple
Em
All in his feelings, he making these songs
Am
and disses, still I control the city
F
Bruh, he gon' touch your soul,
G
get rid of the coldness in it
Em
Learn to control my feelings
Am
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
C
F
Got me some soldiers,
makin' 'em do what I showed 'em
G
That's how you 'posed to get it
Em
Not ashamed to say I'm
Verse 6
afraid to get close to niggas
Am
Always wanted me a Cutlass,
F
huh, with the bucket seat
G
Em
Always grew up hustling, gettin' money,
the hood showed love to me
Am
All my young niggas sprayin',
F
so on my side, this shit get ugly
G
Em
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
Am
Always on my dick,
F
Am
bruh, you don't love me
G
Em
Always callin' me big
G
Em
bruh, and you don't know me
Am
F
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
G
Em
I can't count this shit up,
Am
true story
F
Yeah,
Verse 7
Am
C
G
Em
that's that gun
Am
smoke
Outro 1
F
Am
C
G
Em
Am
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