Kunci: Eb major•
Verse 1
Eb
Ab
I've become accustomed to
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going through cus toms
Ab
Pound in my pocket, hollerin' fuck them
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I'm livin' that life that you only talk about I'm
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fuckin' them hoes that you only thought
about I spend that money,
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but you won't spend about
As much that I made off my
What you think of that?
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Niggas y 'all know that I kill niggas
slow and I live when it's done
Ab
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Got labels sick, I know they hate that I'm
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makin' they artists push them dates back
I don't need tattoos to prove
Ab
Get outta that fool and become dog food
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Myth man, uh -huh, yeah that's me
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Same nigga that don't give a basically
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And I'm still smokin', it be like that
Your blunt went out nigga,
read like that
I'm from
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Eb
M -A -R -C -Y -B -K style,
I'm from
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M -A -R -C -Y -B -K style,
I'm from
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Ab
M -A -R -C -Y -B -K style, see bleep how
I'm from
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M -A -R -C -Y -B -K style
C -G -I
Ab
Eb
I finally put in the game
right where I should be
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And the gat laid right where it should be
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Volley, you be put where you should be
Have your family and friends
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screamin' how could he
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Walk the streets with a body on his back
Ride around in a
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V with a shotty in the back
And for y 'all that's where
Only thing I run is
O's or
Coke and clips or
Tep
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D, that's a menace to the people
Yeah, we sold
Ab
D and made a livin' off of people
The ghetto interrupted us,
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and we told ourselves how to add and scale
and how to aim and shoot
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And I got range when the wrist lock,
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wherever the dot spot leaves the tame
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You keep actin' like you can't dine the blaze,
and I'll let sixteen of em dive in your wave
I'm from
Ab
Eb
M -A -R -C -Y -B -K -Style -C -E
Eb
M -A -R -C -Y -B -K -Style -C -E
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M -A -R -C -Y -B -K -Style -C -E
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Z -A -R -C -Y -V -K -S -T -A
-R -C -G -L -M
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Picture me rollin' in that 500
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Benz
I got no love for you niggas,
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it ain't no need to be friends
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I a fuck bout him, no need to talk bout him
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He act violent, I let the 4 -4 pound him
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The codees, nig ga, no statements
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Just shots, empty shell casings
No prints,
Phone,
Sprint, 6, no chips, nigga
Real as hood and click, nigga,
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You bitch niggas know I'm focused,
right?
You still catch
M -E -M,
In a black
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V, with the gat on my lap, shovel in the trunk,
This
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M -D -E -M -P -H -I -S bleep hoppin'
out to a 1 -3 pitch, nigga
I'm -A -R -C -Y -B -K style,
I'm from
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M -A -R -C -Y -B -K style, see
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M -A -R -C -Y -B -K style, see bleep
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Ab
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R -C -Y -B -K -S -M -C -G -I -L
DJ
Clue
Dylan
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Storm
Eb
Ab
Roc -A -Fella
The
Professional
Part 2
Eb
Ab
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