Kunci: C minor
Intro 1
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Faug
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Verse 1
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how could I com plain
When everybody around me
probably feels the
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You can count the stops on the train,
but you couldn't count
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the drops in the rain
Not even when it drizzled,
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a lot of niggas had fire,
seen the shit fizzle
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From no dedication to the craft,
I had dedication to the ass
I make the medication last
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It's like I'm buggin' out,
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I'm on the meditation fast
Room full of killers, show hesitation last
like a devastating blast
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Pick a beat, bulletproof,
we still penetrating glass
do with them,
never try to ruin them
one goose or two of them
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Been made my vows to the streets,
I'm renewing them
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Yeah, I'm playing baseball,
pick a rapper, I'll be chewing them
F#m
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If I ever die, feel a realness in my soul
C#m
While I'm still alive,
I'm still moving in my zone
F#m
Made a fortune off of hustling,
A
still thugging to the bone
C#m
They can't do nothing with me,
just some shit that I know
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E
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Won't let them sue me up like a bowtie,
Niggas really ain't solid,
A
they playin' both sides, ah
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If they told you I was with the shits,
it's no lie, ah
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I can hear my clocks clickin'
with these ghost fires
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C#m
I decided to laugh
Fork in the road and
I'm decidin' to pass
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Ever cross me, I'm providin' the wrath
C#m
I can get an Uncle Simon,
I'm slidin' him half
and the right side of the calf
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My American dream had cocaine in it
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That's like riding your car through hell
with propene in it
so I had to get the domain with it
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but I'm still low -mean with it
Yeah
You playing Temple Run,
I'm on the Temple Run
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Tryna run to God for this game,
it's a mental one
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Most the time you need a solution,
it's a simple one
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but it's dead cause he sent you one
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Long prayers for my jail niggas
C#m
More prayers for the dead and gone
F#m
A
B
If I ever die, feel a realness in my soul
C#m
While I'm still alive,
I'm still moving in my zone
F#m
A
Made a fortune off of hustling,
F#m
A
still thuggin' to the bone
C#m
They can't do nothing with me,
just some shit that I knew
A
Won't let them suit me up
B
C#m
like a bowtie, nah nah
Niggas really ain't solid,
A
they playin' both sides, ah
E
If they told you I was with the shits,
it's no lie, ah
C#m
I can hear my clocks clickin' with these
A
C#m
I hear the ticks, it never stops,
the hands of time, wrote the rhyme,
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told you I can feel the clock,
hear the mind,
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house clock is digital,
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getting still, bet you I can feel the time,
play a dark room,
make the mirror shine,
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when I walk past the shit,
violate anything dear to mine,
C#m
shoot you like the deer, hunnid,
shouldn't even dare to rhyme,
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B
feel the realness in my soul,
C#m
while I'm still alive,
I'm still moving in
F#m
A
Made a fortune off of hustling,
still thuggin' to the bone
C#m
They can't do nothing with me,
just some shit that I know
A
Won't let them suit me up
B
C#m
like a bowtie, nah, nah
Niggas really ain't solid,
A
they playin' both sides, ah
E
If they told you I was with the shits,
it's no lie, ah
C#m
I can hear my conscious clickin'
F#m
with these ghost vibes
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C#m
Ghost vibes
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E
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If they told you I was with the shits,
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I can hear my clutches
clickin' with these goosevibes
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