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