Kunci: F minor•
Verse 1
Db
Fm
Uh-
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
uh, uh
Ayy
Verse 2
Db
Now I'm addicted to the shit like
it was nicotine
Fm
The streets have got me
overdosin' on adrenaline
Like it was lean,
Db
promethazine, have I become a fiend?
Fm
My nigga caught up with that girl,
this ain't no summer fling
Know what I mean?
Db
Can't use the phone 'cause
niggas listening
Them boys be talkin' shit, well,
Fm
bitch, I got that Listerine
Db
That pistol gleaming in the sun (what you say,
nigga?)
'Cause beef is interesting (the fuck you say,
nigga?)
Fm
A quarter- pounder get a nig ga blown to smithereens (fuck you say,
nigga?)
Db
My mama asked me, what that drama
'bout? And I don't lie
Fm
I said, a little bit of money
and a lotta pride
I swear to God,
Ab
Db
I cry when I look in my daughter eye
Fm
I'm thinkin' if I die tonight,
I never taught her how to ride a bike
Db
Or how to fight if niggas
clownin' on her
Fm
I gotta call my nigga Rallo from
around the corner
Db
He came up on a pound on Mary,
straight from California
Fm
Let's blow an ounce and move the rest,
we bag it up, you do the rest
Db
Okay, I'm comin' over quick,
got hip for my nigga, this is it
Fm
Don't know how he came up on
it, must've prolly hit a lick
Db
Now I don't ask no fuckin' questions
Fm
All I do is take my blessings to the strip
Make her flip, no more struggling,
no more stressing
Db
'Cause my baby need some Pampers
and her daddy need a Buick
Fm
Ain't no future for a felon and there
ain't that much more to it
Db
Why I do it? I feed my baby girl
and then we lie together
Fm
I'm starin' at her, swear
Db
I hope we fuckin' die together
Verse 3
Db
Die together (Nina? Nina?)
Fm
Die together (who loves you?)
Db
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together
(daddy loves you)
Die together (one day, I'ma
buy you everything you want)
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together (we're gonna
(You're gonna have a big room)
Die together
Fm
Die together (you're all I
Fm
Db
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die togeth
er (Daddy gotta go find a real job)
Die together (I'ma drop
you off with Mommy)
Fm
Die together (I'ma pick you up next week,
okay?)
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together
Db
Three
Verse 4
in the mornin' and I'm wide awake,
yawnin'
Fm
A couple pools got me zonin'
Somethin' telling me check
Db
my phone and I see a message
Five missed calls,
Fm
they all from Rallo, right away I check it
Db
He stressin', he breathin' heavy,
tellin' me to call him ASAP
Fm
I dial him right back,
like, what the fuck goin' on?
Ab
Db
He's goin' on about them trees that we sold
and how we need to get low
Fm
Some niggas lookin' for us out here in
the streets 'cause they know
Db
That shit we sold ain't
belong to us
They wanna sing a song for us
Fm
For fuckin' up they money,
Ab
nigga say it won't be long for us
Db
I tell him, I ain't scared,
I ain't know it was theirs
Fm
But if they talkin' like that,
Ab
nigga, make sure that you strapped, click
I sat there alone
Fm
Wishin' I could wipe the slate clean
with dreams of a home
Ab
Db
With picket fence and yard big
enough for Nina to roam
Fm
Lord, tell me, is it too late to grow?
Ab
Db
I need to know (shit)
Few hours pass,
I need to go and pick my daughter up
Fm
Her mama gotta work today
She tells me, Look for work
Db
today (please go find a job today)
I say, "Okay," I strapped the cutie
pie into the baby seat
Fm
She love to spend the day with me,
Db
she startin' to learn the ABCs
I drive away and see my distant
future as a married man
Fm
Way out in the suburbs with
no pistols and no worryin'
Db
One day, I'll send my baby girl
Fm
to college where she'll find a man
And he gon' put a ring up on her hand
Verse 5
But I be damned
(Fuck you, fuck you) fuck, fuck, shit
Fm
Fuck, let's go, let's go, let's go
Db
Db
Fuck
Fm
Ah, shit
Nina? Nina? Nina?
Fm
Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Fuck
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