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