Kunci: Bb minor
Verse 1
Gm
This is dedicated to my kids
Am
Adim
Gm
Aliya Renée Yates and Dontez Antonio Yates
Adim
F
Am
Interlude 1
D
Gm
Dm
Gm
F
Bb
Eb
Bb
F
Gm
Verse 2
Eb
Dm
F
Gm
I in hale with the scent of a million men
Eb
F
I exhale with dumping
17 up in the front I am
Am
In the midst of a crisis,
Eb
Dm
F
God knows all the sacrifces I made
Gm
Might have to heist to get paid despite
Bb
But can't just the price that a
Am
nigga played bitch made
Eb
Niggas think they know me,
F
Gm
They phony, funny but they don't know
F
C
That I'm that ill type nigga
Am
F
that'll open that gut
Eb
D
Dm
F
I'm feeling stuck with a capital S
Gm
F
Hit the cess, killed the stress
Bb
F
Am
Rotting away in the Midwest, I guess
Eb
They was right when they said I
Dm
was such a psycho sight
Eb
Deliver that makes me want to go
Bb
D
Master P at night, right?
Adim
Am
Adim
D
No more pain I complain and pray to God,
Dm
F
and stuffs
Gm
F
Bb
It was unbearable until
Eb
That Chocolate Thai got me
F
willin' to fly up in the sky
Gm
Eb
But when I lose altitude that high
F
Bb
Makes me wanna just come down and die
Am
F
Am
Eb
D
Who's responsible for this madness,
Who's responsible for this sudden
Bb
strike of sadness, me?
Am
Adim
I can see, I can look into your eyes
Dm
F
Smile and then to your surprise
Gm
Eb
I'll be yelling, "Die, nigga,
F
Dm
D
die!" when all the bullets fly
Am
Eb
Don't know how much longer
F
Gm
F
Bb
C
Because I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf,
Gm
Dm
Living in misery, the worst,
Verse 3
Bb
They keep trying to pull
Am
Dm
Am
Gm
me under
Bb
Dm
Gm
But I been too long trying
Gm
Dm
Gm
The worst, the worst, yeah
Bb
Gm
Eb
Dm
After all that I been through
Gm
Dm
I just don't know what the hell to do
Verse 4
Gm
Bb
Gm
Eb
What it is? What it was and what
Daug
Eb
Gm
F
Gm
it shall be? You tell me
Eb
Cause this nigga ain't
F
Bb
living healthy
Am
Adim
Bitches think I got money
F
Gm
Eb
So I'm thinking of killing you when
F
I'm making love to you Bianca
Am
Eb
Can't you see I ain't you
I got plenty and mean
Bb
Dm
So my future seems bleak
Eb
D
I ain't happy she got me
G
C
Fm
Eb
Under child social services and shit
Bb
Eb
for being a slacky pappy
Adim
Am
Adim
My khakis are low sagging from
D
Dm
F
illegal type little baggies
Gm
F
Eb
Pushing ten of them on top of the
F
Bb
Am
world like James Cagney
Adim
Dm
F
Feel that agony people nagging me
Gm
F
My raggedy life ain't worth living,
Bb
Cm
Bb
F
sick of my aunt and uncle dragging me
Adim
Am
See me drink my life away
Eb
D
Daug
F
Smoking toking my life away
Gm
F
Tryin to put this trife away in the
Eb
Bb
deepest darkest hide away
Am
D
Dm
F
If I could fly today to the golden gates
Gm
F
Bb
I could get away from this place of hell and fakes,
C
Am
but it might be too late
Eb
What it gonna be? D- E- A- D
F
Another S- T- A- T- I- S- T- I- C,
that's me
Puffin that stronger W- double
Am
Eb
Don't know how much longer
Gm
F
I'll be on this Earth
Gm
Eb
F
Cause I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf,
Bb
Am
so disperse
Dm
Living in misery, the worst,
Verse 5
They keep trying to pull me under
Am
(They keep trying to pull
Eb
Dm
Bb
me down)
Dm
Gm
But I been too long trying
Dsus4
(But I'll make it through this time,
Am
yeah)
Dm
Gm
The worst, the wor st, yeah
F
Gm
Dm
After all that I been through
Gm
I just don't know what
(Tell me what to do)
Verse 6
Gm
That's why I say F- A- H-
Am
Eb
Dm
Bb
F
Q if you ain't crew
Eb
Gm
Some busters on my hit list
Eb
Gm
betta hope it ain't you
Am
Adim
Am
Eb
My pockets thin, about to sin
F
I got to spend about like ten
Gm
F
Bb
To get that Henn, to make that blend
To make that fool come
Devilish thoughts,
Eb
F
hell is feelin' kinda of crellish
Gm
Eb
F
God tell us what we got to do to make
Bb
the motherfuckin' relish
Adim
Am
Eb
Spell it out to me 'cause
D
F
broke is embarrassin'
Gm
F
Bb
I'm psycho like Woody Harrelson
Gm
Am
I can make a comparison
Adim
D
Like Aaron Yates, Norman Bates,
Dm
Gm
Eb
perfect mates
F
D
Dippin' up in Ollie Gates
Adim
Am
Adim
Bitches yellin', head is swellin'
D
F
Thinkin' of goin' to hell and
G
Gm
bakin' with the beans
Bb
Am
Got me fiend, murder for my green
Eb
Seems, I'm cursed not first
D
F
The last verse
G
Gm
G
Eb
I burst, into a blood thirst,
Bb
Am
Adim
No hearse, nobody's turf
D
Dm
F
Fuck planet Earth, disperse
Gm
Bb
Because you're dealin' with
the worst (the worst)
Verse 7
Gm
Dm
Gm
the wor st, yeah
They keep trying to pull me under
F
Am
(They keep trying to
Gm
Dm
pull me down)
Gm
Bb
Dm
But I been too long trying
(But I'll make it through this time,
Dm
Gm
The worst, the wor st, yeah
Dm
After all that I been through
Gm
I just don't know what the hell to do
Dm
Am
Eb
D
F
(Tell me what to do)
Verse 8
Am
Adim
D
I know that it can't get no worst
The worst, the worst, yeah
After all that I been through
I just don't know what the hell to do
(Tell me what to do)
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