Kunci: B minor•
Verse 1
G
A
G
Bm
Yeah, you know man,
G
shit is real out here, man
You know what saying,
my arms be workin'
and all that
You know what I'm saying,
G#
G
You know what mean,
he a faggot -ass nigga
anyways
You know what I'm saying,
as far as I'm concerned
You know what mean,
you been holdin' niggas down for the longest
You know what I mean,
thousand dollar shopping sprees and all that wild shit
You know what I'm saying,
I love you, my dude
You know what I'm saying,
you my older brother,
B
You know what I'm saying,
niggas just gotta continue prosperin'
But it was never no love in the room,
Bm
that's where I'm talkin'
G
Bm
Yeah, it's things that I've
Born in
Flatbush,
D
Brooklyn
Bm
Em
Bm
Yeah, huh, check it out
G
Rampaging from a broken home
Bm
G
My pops was a rolling stone
My moms was never home,
me and my brother left alone
D
Bm
F#
Em
Eating oodles and noodles and macaroni
me and my brother was hungry
I was forced to hit the block
G
Psy introduced me to rocks
G#
G
Nickel bags bustin' out my socks
Bm
F#
Em
I was focused like I
was locked in a box
Bm
I'm a young dude, I got this street hot
Me and my brother,
G
cookin' them things up in the pot
Bm
G
I wish my family was together
D
G
Bm
I wish relationship was better
F#
Em
But I had to get this cheddar
Bm
Now I'm back up on the
block with a real vendetta
G
I gotta hustle in all types of weather
Real sick, more than my dick
Em
Me and my chick, I got a bag full of bricks
watching each other
Feeling kinda sorry for my
There's no love in the room
D
G
D
No love in the room
G
D
daddy's gone his I wonder how long it's been since they've kissed
New
York
G
Bm
Ave, cops tryna get me to sell
G
No one investigate me or take me to jail
G#
G
They wanna know how I'm killin' the cell
Em
So grind me with it with dirt in my nails
Bm
Me and my brother, gon' burn in hell
I'm in apartment 4D with
G#
It's 8 o 'clock, I gotta take him to school
G
Bm
Em
I gotta grab my knapsack
Bm
The streets ain't raisin' no fool
I'm low -key and I'm not
I'm not flaunty with
it, I don't rock jewels
Bm
Em
Bm
I'm street wise, plus I know the rules I'm laid back,
I watch every move
G
I don't want my future son to walk in my shoes I'm 18,
of course I pay dues
4
Em
G's a week, I'm not trying to lose
watching each other
Feeling kind of sorry for my
There's no love in the room
D
G
D
No love in the room
G
Bm
Mama's gone her way,
G
daddy's gone his I wonder how long it's been since they've kissed
D
G
No love in the room
Bm
G
Move my brother to a two -bedroom
Bm
G
Four blocks away from
Grant's tomb
D
G
I'm doing the bid in the middle of
June
Bm
F#
Em
Take a couple of stacks,
Bm
don't wanna fall between the cracks
Ramp, I'm locked up, picture that I'm hood rich,
C
G
I'm never lookin' back
It's just me and this four -door app
Bm
F#
Em
Glove compartment is filled with crack
Bm
And the trunk is filled with smack
If a soldier get caught,
D
G
D
G
I'm all in it, drivin' the speed limit
Bm
F#
Bm
Em
This is the life, money, I gotta get it
Bm
The streets is in my blood, I never quit it
G
This is for the hustlers that bullshit it
Once again, I'm back up in the struggle
Em
On your block, movin' with the motha
Bm
Sittin' down with baby,
watchin' each other
Feelin' kinda sorry for my
baby brother
G
There's no love in the room
D
G
D
No love in the room
G
D
daddy's gone his I wonder how long it's been since they've kissed
G
G
No love in the room
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