Kunci: G minor
Intro 1
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C
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Bm
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Bm
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Verse 1
C
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C
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my whole hood rollin' right behind me
G
Am
back syrup got me leanin'
Bm
Am
fat swisher while I'm singin'
Em
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh
G
Am
Dia mond in the back,
Em
C
Am
sun roof top, come on
C
You know the rest, homie,
you know the west
Am
C
Sticky dope, put a hole in your chest,
Em
C
Am
we grow the best
C .O .V.,
rep the code to the death
Em
Am
with no regrets
I'm a fully loaded rockstar
Uzi keeps shooting at you,
snitches in the cop car
Em
Louis V, Huey P, Mutant, the oxy pill,
nigga, I was in the cotton field
Em
C
Am
Now I'm about to clock a mil
C
Am
Presidential rollie shit with that Baraka pill
Em
I ball and kick it like I'm on
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C
a Ghana soccer field
Am
C
Wonder how Paca feel,
Em
C
Am
how would Big Papa feel
To know it's still real,
niggas countin' dollar bill
C
And I keep a loaded chopper
Am
for you dirty bastards
Em
Cause to be the murder rap,
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Am
you gotta murder rappers
Ha, leave you leanin' like
some purple Shasta
Em
Million dollar story, ho,
it's the early chapters
C
Bm
Rollin' behind
Am
In a coupe with the seats back
is where you'll find me
C
If you ain't got your money,
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Bm
Am
yo, never mind me, oh
Em
C
I got my whole hood rollin'
Am
Diamonds in the backpack,
G
Am
syrup got me leanin'
C
Bm
Rollin' up a fat -fat,
swishin' while I'm singin'
Am
Em
Am
Oh, oh, oh
I hang with gangbangers
Bm
and some crazy -ass white dudes
Am
Nigga with a attitude,
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rappers think they ice -cubed
Am
sophomore like my junior
Em
Am
C
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I'ma call you high school, I ain't cool
Em
C
True or false, before your al bum dropped
Am
Tell me, was you a boss?
You say, yeah,
that's as foolish as a Jewish cross
C
You won't even believe it,
Who the fuck you are
when your music's off
For what it's worth,
I recall eatin' a surf sandwich
Still managed to do my dirt,
puttin' in work famished
Now they call me El Jefe
I learn Spanish, I be lyin'
C
Am
If I say the money made the hurt vanish
Em
But it helps when these hoes
Em
Am
Still love black women, fuck John Mayer
Em
Am
I got a white girl, fat ass blonde hair
Em
We make good music every time I
C
Bm
Kanye 'er I hood rollin' right behind
Am
C
In a coupe with the seats back
Am
is where you'll find me
C
G
But if you ain't got your money up,
Am
Em
I got my whole hood
C
Bm
rollin' right behind me
G
Am
sack syrup got me leanin'
C
Bm
Rollin' up a fat -fat swisher
C
G
Am
Oh, oh, oh
G
Bm
G
Yeah, and the beat goes on
Am
Em
C
Am
No sleep, been in the streets so long
Mama call me like, please go home
Ma, I need to get these C notes on
C
See, I'm all about action and less hopin'
Am
Bet ter die with my Smith
and West smokin'
C
Am
Or havin' sex strokin'
Em
Just jokin', Seth Ro gen
life was a heifer when I left her
Em
Am
tell them put soot, soot
C .O .B. till I die, my nigga, soot, soot
But for now, I lift flies to ski the airman
Ironic, a stand -up nigga,
Em
but still the chairman
C
Bm
Got hood rollin' right behind me
Am
In the coupe with the seats back
is where you'll find me
C
If you ain't got your money,
Bm
Am
you'll never mind me, oh
C
Am
Em
I got my whole hood
Am
rollin' right behind me
G
Diamonds in the backpack,
Bm
Am
syrup got me leanin'
Bm
Rollin' up a backpack,
Em
swish it while I'm singin'
C
Bm
Am
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Bm
Am
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