Kunci: B minor•
Intro 1
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G
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Verse 1
Background*
Bm
Uh
The streets of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty and
ain't never show no pity
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Many die on streets of concrete
blasted from the heat
From under the seat niggaz just
tryin' to make ends meat
livin' with no religion
Luxury cars and this money
got my full attention
Bm
School teachers and the preachers
don't know what to teach us
They don't get a second
look without them ghetto features
pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children
learn the words and say it
but don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest
shit you can afford
Bm
And look at me I'm in the
middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and
I need a transfusion
A
Take it how you wanna take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from
and if it comes out raw,
and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck
Nobody felt what I was feeling
when I wrote this shit
Broke this shit,
but that ain't new so I can cope with this
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Hope it get better for those
who don't get a chance
D
To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
what I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one
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they see in the mirror
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*Talking till the
Em
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End
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