Kunci: G# minor
Verse 1
Gm
G
Gm
Cm
I woke up this morning,
Cm
Rich as a motherfucker an
Gm
no suprise, I'm with a different bitch
G
Different day, different ass,
different tits
Cm
Strap under my pillow,
Cm
Gm
I'm not supposed to do this shit,
but I forget
Cm
Gm
The true principles of life
are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope
it's hard to understand
Cm
Gm
My man got knowledge of self,
at my back God
C#
Cm
Find out today's mathematics
Gm
grew up a violent child
C
Gm
Cm
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
C
Nigga, nice chain, dice game,
Shoot a couple head cracks,
Gm
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Cm
Gold medal around my neck
like I won the Olympics
Gm
We came from nothing, now they
Verse 2
G
C
Gm
Am
Gm
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These niggas,
Ab
they watching every dime we make
G
Gm
Cm
Hold up, hold on
Cm
We want that deluxe apartment in the
Verse 3
Gm
Instead we get the D's
Gm
We learn to play the game
how it's supposed to be played
Cm
Gm
And so you know, you violate,
you supposed to be sprayed
Cm
Gm
It's not a big deal to me,
stay calm
Cm
I'll shoot the shit out of a nig
Gm
ga, then call it Barrel Bonds
C#
Ab
Cm
But, if I don't do this shit myself,
bet I'll get it done
Gm
C#
Shit on my nigga,
Gm
you shit on me, we of one
C#
Don't make me write my name
Gm
across your face with a razor
Gm
say theyis sample the bomb
Cm
This shit can take a two and we cut
Cm
Gm
Watch the fiends stand
G
Gm
in line for the potency
Cm
Gm
No lactose involved, pure coco leaf
Cm
Gm
You can sniff that or cook
that to my belief
That money coming in like we
run the streets
Cm
Gm
We came from nothing, now
Verse 4
they saying we straight
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Nigga, hold up, hold on
These niggas,
Gm
Cm
they watching every dime we make
Gm
Ab
Cm
Hold up, hold on
Gm
G
Hold on
Verse 5
Cm
Gm
Cm
This shit go how I said,
Gm
go when it's time to expand
Ab
Cm
So say it's over your dead body
Cm
Gm
You a gangster for real,
you ready to ride?
Am
Cm
Nigga, you gonna die a bad
case of too much pride
Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
Hit the speed dial,
Gm
that quick I'll get ya lined
Cm
We don't want your block,
Gm
just cop your work from us
Those niggas you call
allies can't be trust
Gm
Cm
I got the Midas touch
Cm
Gm
as hell not to touch stuff
C
Gm
On the phone I heard 'Ye
smacked the shit outta a kid
C
Cm
Now Jimmy got life,
go smack him again
When it's war, it will be war to the bitter end
C
If they ever say we lose,
I start it again
Let's sneak the niggas spray
Gm
that Semi at your momma crib
Cm
C
With a silencer we couldn't
Verse 6
Gm
We came from nothing, now
they saying we straight
Cm
Gm
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Gm
These niggas, they watching
Gm
Gm
Hold up, hold on
Cm
Hold
Gm
Gm
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