Kunci: F minor
Verse 1
F#m
C#m
D
When I was on 'gram
entertaining all the rap beefs
We was on the hood goin' to war on
F#m
the backstreets
Bm
Bulletproof Caddy like who
said they gon' get at me
C#m
Pull up in your hood,
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niggas running like a track meet
No more Rollies, I'm just
buying more properties
Young niggas watching me, give
'em that game properly
C#m
Past go twice, skip jail,
build a monopoly
Don't let 'em trick
you outta your spot
F#m
Nigga you got ta be retard or you could
treat me out this new Gallardo
Since I been gettin' it, ain't
miss a season from ricardo
C#m
[?] when they see me, know
me at Wells Fargo
Still rappin' like it's no to
C#
morrow
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So I don't have to stand,
let me borrow
And let you in my circle,
but that's coming with a cost though
You don't work, you gon' starve yo
C#m
Dime in the crib,
tip- toeing on the marble
C#
Rockin' all this ice,
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I'm just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin' bout that Wraith and them lights,
how them stars glow
Give me motivation, out in Miami,
know the Haitians
C#m
All the hit ters got the bitches
and I'm MMG
A legend on Collins how they
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gon' remember me
Young niggas
Verse 2
F#m
The land they gave us was always ours
C#m
Don't close the door, you owe us more, uhh
D
I know that it's hard to face reality,
Bm
mm
A
And when they changed,
C#m
F#m
they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide
behind these stars, yeah
C#m
And we rock all this ice just
F#m
to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away
C#m
behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul
A
F#m
behind all these bars, oh
Verse 3
F#m
Patek on, iced out, yeah
yeah (yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr,
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spend live by (brr)
C#
Drankin' purple lean, fuck my sky dive
F#m
Ridin' in them Wraiths like a
shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Skipped out of school,
whipped a deuce to a four
Chanel on my whore,
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got the marble on my floor
Ten year deal just to wear Diadora
F#m
I secure the bag first round,
that's of course
Cocaina white inside,
that's a Porsche
Came from the gutter,
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nigga trapping is a sport
Young nigga don't spray the
C#
drum in the court
That's the Actavis, pop the
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seal like a cork
They running out of info, making rumours,
what's your source?
Friends turned to foes,
C#m
niggas leavin' me no choice
Hoes gettin' exposed,
make a nigga cut them short
F#m
Hit a few licks before I
made it out of choice
Verse 4
F#m
The land they gave us was always ours
C#m
Don't close the door, you owe us more, uhh
D
I know that it's hard to face reality,
Bm
mm
And when they changed,
A
C#m
F#m
they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars,
C#m
yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide
A
F#m
these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away
C#m
behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul
A
F#m
behind all these bars, oh
Outro 1
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