Kunci: D# minor
Intro 1
Ebm
Db
Bbm
B
Verse 1
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got my shit together
Db
Told bro we'll take the town
together
B
Every time bro catch a beat
we do that shit
together I know he got two
phones but I still sent
the letter
Bbm
Cause I know how that feel
Ebm
Don't prepare me to know where to
rap I feel like my shit real
Db
Frontin' bows and fuckin'
niggas hoes
Before I got a deal
B
Love for sure, but you done broke the code,
I don't know how to feel it
And I ain't told nobody, no for real,
Ebm
since I got a meal, I'm tied in
Another bloody summer in
Db
Atlanta, then lost five friends
Mama told me that water was cold,
Never let a n***a take me out,
this beef, we dine in
Dawg done lost his mind, I pray to
Ebm
God to help him find it
I was in a dark spot,
Db
but I came back and I broke the knob
Remission my country boy for a profit,
B
now a n***a run the charge
Don't need your comin' off,
this the shit that I live for
At least five n****s
Ebm
that'll kill for me
Lord, it ain't my fault, she don't got morals
Db
I got rich, I'm a life story,
I left the streets in a
paddy wagon,
B
I came back and got right to it
Never question my
Lord, tear a bitch that deep, then don't
do it,
Db
Seem to go my hardest when
Ebm
I'm goin' through it
Doin' that, said I'm done,
Db
but then I double back
Are you dumb?
B
You the one, and I'm because of that
Firearm, always on me,
I be clutchin' that
Know I'm wrong,
Db
how your fucker playin'
Russian roulette?
Ebm
All my life I had to fight, I feel like
Mike
Db
Shootouts every other week, we had that
B
Bitches every other night,
Abm
B
I'm paged in
Db
I'ma always play my part,
Ebm
if it fucked up, I know it was
And shit, I still ain't drop my hardest shit
Db
I'm tryna get on some harder shit,
my mind still in apartments
B
My account say I need to slow it down,
I need
New
York garments,
Close my eyes and think about
Where I come from when
I'm performin'
Db
Ebm
I'm on top of every dime,
I check my balance every mornin'
Db
I'm relaxin' with the bad one,
they be askin',
Can they join us?
B
And my lil' friends so crip,
Nigga, these bracelets, 60 partners
And them
Maybachs back -to -back
on the south side,
Db
Ebm
I'm puttin' on for my people,
them say the wrong words
We deletin' him,
Db
no doubt about it, they believe in him
Won't let him down,
I promise, I really cried
B
Marlowe died, I felt it all in my stomach
On the same shit that I been on,
they ain't never
switchin' my formula,
Ebm
I remember they made fun of me
Can't be with nobody under me,
these lil' n****s
Db
shit under me, I'm way up on them,
honestly
B
Four buildings in the last month,
I'm boostin' up
my economy,
Abm
B
Four million, that was this week
Which one of y 'all wanna
Ebm
Yeah, do it that, said I'm done
Db
But then I double back,
are you dumb?
fire on, always on me
I be clutchin' that, know I'm wrong,
I ain't a fucker
Playin'
Ebm
all my life I had to fight
I feel like
Db
Mike, shootouts every other
week, we had that
B
Bitches every other night,
I'm cashed that
Db
I'ma always play my part,
Ebm
Db
B
never fucked by no awards and shit
Db
you
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