Kunci: C# minor
Verse 1
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G
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Am
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Bear
on the beat
Am
G
Once upon a time, I was
Verse 2
broke,
but I'm rich now
F
Used to travel with my legs,
Am
F
Chain cost a dub, I'm a lick now
But it cost to get to me,
I'm a trick now
Ain't no dick for the free,
G
F
I ain't a mixtape
Four- five got kick, it's a sensei
Am
G
If I gotta take a chance,
I'ma risk take
F
And if the bitch get cut,
Dm
Am
I'm a band- aid
G
Let me beat it up, like it's Rodney King
F
And if I don't fuck with blue,
then it's probably jeans
Am
G
And if I only hit it once, then
you probably fiend
Dm
that shit, like you Dr. King
F
G
I'll let this Glockspit, like the llama said
F
Dm
T.O. it's only three of me, that's
what them commas said
Am
G
"Stay on these niggas throat", what
Nigga you don't want smoke,
like the doctor said
Am
G
If I gotta make a choice, I won't pick it
F
If that shit ain't fire, I won't hit it
Am
G
If you talkin' out your mouth,
I won't listen
F
But if it's bout the bag,
I'ma give you all attention
G
when you swimmin' with the fishes
Dm
F
how you spend it on them bitches
Am
I just want the facts,
G
you be givin' your opinions
F
Let the blind lead the blind,
Dm
'cause you do not got a vision
Am
Two routes for a nigga,
F
either dead or in prision
Unless you make your own,
ain't no way up out them trenches
Am
F
Am
Gotta keep your mouth closed,
I be smilin' while I'm shootin',
Am
G
And my mind on the meal,
how I'm not focused?
F
And this Glock ain't concealed,
Dm
F
'cause the Glock pokin'
G
And my loaf too big, I can not fold it
F
Dm
F
And if the back too good, I can not hold it
Am
Like a light skinned, thick bitch,
Nigga this ain't twitter in them streets,
you ain't verified
G
Nigga we be slidin' when it's beef,
ain't no scary guy
F
Nigga with this Glock I'm a creep,
and I'm a married guy
I ain't playin' with no nig
G
F
ga, this ain't Playstation
Dm
Nigga, God don't like ugly,
now your face taken
Am
G
Me and Monty in the Porsche truck,
And if you ever see me runnin',
I was bag chasin'
Am
Once upon a time, I was
Verse 3
Am
broke,
F
Now if it ain't about a check,
then it's barely heard
Am
G
Don't let your bitch leave the
house if you care for her
if you don't pay to work
G
nigga show me that you active
on them songs he a savage
Am
G
Glock always stay in my drawls,
it's a ratchet
F
When I tell a bitch she gotta cut,
she the saddest
Am
Nigga you ain't on my head,
F
Sneak dissin' ass nigga, you
the walkin' dead
Am
G
Any bitch want this dick,
If you ain't runnin' up a bag,
nigga bite lead
Am
G
If the bitch want rounds,
I'm the bed breaker
F
When the rounds over with,
she a leg shaker
Am
Only gunnin' for your top,
maker, meet the dead maker
Am
G
Am
If some niggas talk crazy,
G
F
I can't wait to see
Glock like a big booty,
I can't wait to squeeze
Am
G
Am
Used to try to play sports,
Gang full of hot heads,
let 'em play with heat
Am
You the type of nigga pull a skit
G
F
with your clip full
Leave the skit,
come back with your clip full
Am
G
Nigga when we slide, we don't miss,
bullets hit fools
F
Switch on the Glock and the kick
F
Send a shot over here, better not miss
'Cause if you do and we slide,
you gon' be missed
Am
What's goin' on in my mind?
Bitch you guessed it, I'm a
demon and I keep clips
Am
G
Bitch! And I use 'em all
F
Already lost my mind, I'll lose it all
Am
G
Only smile when I think what
I'ma do to y'all
I can't lose the ball
Am
Bitch!
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