Kunci: F# minor
Intro 1
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G#m
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G#m
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G#m
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Verse 1
Em
E
C
Took my mind on this road, you too
Em
I took my mind on this road,
Em
E
C
I take your mind on this road, you do
E
Em
I took my mind on this road,
Em
C
I don't know why niggas
E
C
keep fucking with me
These streets make it so
Em
C
hard to breathe
Em
E
Highs and my lows
Look both ways,
where I'm supposed to go
Em
E
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
The stench from the smoke
Demons in they eyes, glassy,
E
Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one
C
Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters
Em
Give it up slowly, click,
Something like Velcro, stay
attached to corners
riding for the blue cheese
E
C
All for the Gram, grams and a new weave
E
Em
All they gotta spend expands,
Niggas taking chances,
tip- toeing with two P's
E
weak or strong they do bleed
Candle light vigils,
Em
E
Bullets have a name defined
by different calibers
Concrete jungle,
beware of different challengers
Em
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags
Play your cards right or
be scratching off them calendars
C
Em
C
E
I don't know why niggas keep
Em
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Em
where I'm supposed to go
E
Ah, shit, get out my block
These waters are murky,
Guess you gotta play street
Keep beat bursting,
E
closing down all your curtains
When shit don't go right,
C
gotta question your purpose
Em
Denim with them serpents coming
Em
EBT, zero balance, worthless
You either leave in limousines
Too much bad blood,
Em
You started the problem you motherfucking
Politicking, a lot of liquor,
that be the answer
Em
They Marlboro, trying to trick them,
G
Em
E
they be the cancer
Gotta get that loose change,
C
Em
you gotta kick a nigga brain
Like your name Liu Kang,
Stop, look, listen,
that's the words to live by
Em
Know you gotta stake your claim,
E
G#m
E
I don't know why nig
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gas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
F#
D#
Highs and my lows
Look both ways,
G#m
E
G#m
E
Ah, shit,
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get out my pocket
E
Em
E
Em
A force from the rap game my nigga,
this ain't a circus
E
There's no Ringling Brothers,
Em
Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily,
trucked out lately
E
Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them,
you don't communicate
Em
Well hands and the gat talk to you,
Don't think fast,
C
you end up getting a combo
Think situations is calm,
Sleeping in the bando,
C
it's either death or jail
Em
Something you never planned for,
Wake up shivering,
C
pillow next to a lamppost
Em
Straight up out the motherfuckin'
One stops leave you with dope,
socks is not boxed
Em
E
No rats, re- rock that got
them all losing weight
Got all they teeth shot but
got a sweet spot
Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
C
All of this in one zip code,
keep the streets hot
E
G#m
E
I don't know why niggas
keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
G#m
E
Ah, shit, get out my pocket
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