Kunci: F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
A
B
C#
Sticks to my
C#sus4
B
E
mind
B
A
B
You have my friends
C#sus4
B
Got
Verse 2
F#m
A
B
C#sus4
a thing for nickel
B
plated
F#m
A
B
C#sus4
nines and pretty dimes
B
E
B
F#m
Mac- 11 I squeeze
B
Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines
E
F#m
Between beauty and beast,
A
B
C#sus4
I walk the line
E
F#m
A
B
C#
B
I'm a real G
D#m
B
E
I cut myself today to see
F#m
A
if I still bleed
C#sus4
B
Gotta do that time to time so I
A
B
Something 'bout the struggle
C#m
B
E
so divine
F#m
This sort of love is hard to define
A
B
When you scratching for
C#sus4
B
every nickel and dime
E
B
F#m
A
B
Got me itching to do this
C#sus4
B
E
B
F#m
shit for my mom
A
B
Do this shit for my town
F#m
Leave the door open hoping
A
B
they kick it down
F#m
The purest form of giving is
A
B
anonymous to anonymous
We gon' make it there,
E
F#m
I promise this
Verse 3
I'll never win
B
C#sus4
B
You have my friends
F#m
Sometimes
Verse 4
I feel survivor's guilt
A
B
C#sus4
B
E
F#m
I gave some money to this guy,
F#m
B
Now I'm part of the
C#
B
problem far as I could tell
E
B
F#m
A
B
Did I do it for him
C#
B
or do it for myself
E
B
F#m
Can't lie to my self
G#m
A
I love my niggas more than my own blood
B
I die for my niggas and I love my
C#sus4
B
E
cub, hope that's not fucked up
F#m
I got a problem with the handouts,
A
B
C#sus4
B
D#m
B
E
F#m
I took the man route
I'll give an opportunity
A
though, that's the plan now
B
C#sus4
No guilt in giving clear a
B
E
nigga conscience out
F#m
No guilt in receiving,
every thing within reason
A
F#m
Can't see it taking food out
B
my little monster's mouth
C#sus4
D#m
B
E
B
F#m
B
That'll drive me gaga
Run up in your momma's house,
F#m
two nickels, one dime
Manslaughter charges,
A
B
C#m
the lawyer, knocked it down
C#
B
D#m
I'm just trying to find
F#m
A
B
'Fore Mr. Belafonte come
E
B
F#m
A
and chop a nigga down
E
B
F#m
A
Respect these youngins boy,
it's my time now
B
C#sus4
B
Hublot homie, two door homie
E
F#m
You don't know all the shit
B
Sticks
Verse 5
E
F#m
to my mind
G#m
F#m
A
B
C#
I'll never win
B
D#m
B
E
F#m
You have my friends
Verse 6
A
F#m
B
Pardon my hubris,
C#
D#m
Stanley Kubrick
With eyes wide shut,
E
F#m
A
B
I could cook up two bricks
C#sus4
B
Turn nickels to dime,
D#m
B
E
F#m
A
turn dimes to quarters
B
C#sus4
B
Turn wives from daughters,
E
F#m
A
F#m
oh, I'm clear as water
B
C#
And just for clarity,
C#sus4
B
D#m
E
F#m
my presence is charity
My flow is a gift, philanthropist
B
Everybody 'round me rich, or will be
E
F#m
Baby boy I promise you this,
A
B
D#m
or kill me
B
E
F#m
A
And when a nigga go as
B
C#
B
the old adage go
F#m
A
B
You die rich or you die disgraced,
B
F#m
A
B
Watch me cook,
E
F#m
throw no look s
A
Like Magic in his prime when
Kareem sky hooked, yeah
F#m
sometimes I feel like
E
F#m
The greatest form of giving is
A
B
E
F#m
anonymous to anonymous
So here y'all go, I promise this
Verse 7
E
F#m
B
I'll never win
E
You have my friends
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