Tonalité : D major•
Verse 1
D
Bm
F#m
You won't change your way
Yo, I ain't gone front
D
I always thought he was a survivor
F#m
Chow s and rounds, held him down
D
when he was in the fire
F#m
Now vets got him tapped
D
from his sneakers to a tire
Bm
D
Just like Kanye West,
G
speaking through the wire
F#m
Like don't forget,
D
make sure you're speaking to the wire
F#m
Thinking that he was singing,
D
he would be up in the choir
F#m
When I find him,
D
I'ma put the heater to his visor
All he gon' see is the streets
and on the tires
F#m
D
Up the block, bang a right,
make a left
F#m
Thing I like, made him stretch
D
Candle lights, graves are set
F#m
D
Not only that though,
all his weight was wet
Hustle dummies, fucked the money
and was way in debt
Bm
F#m
D
You won't change your way
Bm
F#m
You won't change your way
It was all good just a week ago
D
We was together smokin',
F#m
hella reefer smoke
D
All in the vehicle
F#m
D
I got the word back,
he was in the vehicle
Bm
D
With the D's,
G
I bet he thought he was low
F#m
D
Damn, this nigga spent the night in my crib
F#m
Sat in my mom's kitchen,
D
now we go all snitchin'
F#m
But this my man,
D
I could just stop fuckin' with him
Like I'm just not fuckin' with him,
or just pop one up in him
F#m
D
Plus, this rule said, if you play with a
F#m
You gotta go,
D
you must lay where the rats lay
F#m
D
Hate to see a nigga that I broke bread with
His whole head split off, cold dead stiff
F#m
See we op posed when we slap boxed
D
Then we dove to crack rocks,
F#m
jackpot, golden rose
D
F#m
When we drove to jack drops,
D
new rag top, ah
We cut the cheese together,
Bm
D
let go, say echoes
G
When we eat the Chucky
cheese together
F#m
We watched Chucky, Shucky,
D
Ducky, we was lucky
F#m
Had a Huffy, then a Buggy,
D
sold thugs in 23s to whoever
F#m
D
Now he got the nerve to get lazy
Watch me serve a guac or herb
Now he getting jealous cause
F#m
I'm coppin' birds
D
And he wired like Money Graham,
F#m
I got the dot trig ger
D
Went to the spa store
so I'll watch who's watch
F#m
in'
D
And you thinkin' that Cam's sweet,
damn the street
Fuck Rock, he ran asleep,
I'm cuttin' off his hands and feet
F#m
D
And his glands and teeth
F#m
Get a mission, get done, done
This bitch is the one
D
that told me to christen my son
F#m
And the muscle type,
D
he wouldn't tussle, fight
Bm
D
G
Fucked up his juggle,
he couldn't hustle right
F#m
D
Should've came for a loan,
you know that's Krillin's life
F#m
But was ill tonight,
D
killer gotta kill his wife
F#m
Yep, a dresser homie,
D
won't say he left her lonely
Seen some transactions,
don't need a testimony
F#m
D
And I'm no punk, I pump that bastard
F#m
When I dump, you'll get bumped,
D
get them bunk bed caskets
F#m
And the brother just smile,
D
I just got him a ditch
Another motherless child
Outro 1
cause they father's a snitch
D
Bm
F#m
D
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