Kunci: C minor
Verse 1
Am
Step into my tattoo brain
and freeze in my style
Beneath my shadow is a jam definite
Kevin
Lyle
Every spot we step into
niggas stay wild
Smokin'
D
Gm
Am
L, gettin' drunk, freakin' black and mild
Big body whips, big body chicks
Everybody in your hood on the floor
Dressed to kill or ready for war
Either way tonight,
Dm
Gm
you know it's gon' be more in store
Am
So make sure scared niggas
stay close to the door
D
Am
And make sure weak niggas
stay close to they whore
And make sure rich niggas
stay close to they four
Cause in my robin hood you'll
Gm
G
be given to the poor
Am
My rhymes coming through with
my eyes blood burgundy view
You need a rim shot, definitely do,
I gotta let it go
That's why my mom spit me out,
So my ass can sprout to be a
Am
relentless float spitter
Vicious dope getter,
in the college co -ed dorm
My hoe getter, known for baggin'
it up and sellin' half price
G
so make sure you ask right
Am
Because sometimes we chill
cause life is too short
Sometimes run fast just like a new po'
D
Am
We got things to do, so niggas do yours
Dm
Gm
Every man for himself, and it's yours
Am
We're trying to get this cash money
Blaze trees, rock mics, and gas honey
D
Am
You can smile,
but it ain't a damn thing funny
D
G
What, what, what, what, what
Am
You know I hate guns, but still,
y faggots can take one
Cause I got too many rules to make,
don't fake none
Cause it's all about hitting yours,
been rich and poor
G
Seen both sides of the game
Am
Thugs kicking doors, wav ing the .44
Hoping to score more
Cause when you're broke man,
that shit is a bitch
For sure, so nobody eat unless I'm eatin',
keep peepin'
Recognize the next victim,
Am
Run wild, some smile, right to trial
Get 25 years of the life exiled
But not me though, do my flow,
incites the crowd
See a shorty in the front row,
fight the chow
Backstage, ass
A's, the roll of dice is foul
Cause them young bucks just
love to play that shyster style
Man they see the glamour and glitz
and start stargazin'
G
Just like that one chick that got
Anthony
Sometimes we chill cause life is too short
See, time burns fast just like a new pole
D
Am
We got things to do,
so niggas do y 'all
Am
he payin' himself for chores
Tryin' to get this cash money
D
Am
Blaze trees, rock mics, and gas honey
You can smile,
but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm the
G
MLG, and you got somethin' to say
Am
Excuse me while I clear my throat
D
Am
It's hard to try to read the spit
rhymes as though
It's my time to shine like
it shine on the coast
D
Niggas play me close and get they
who get it like they body can't stop
Locked like
Attica, the track man handler
D
Am
Flow slow, tempo creep like tarantula
Astola,
Am
You get the sample, I fly
MC
Germany in your car,
club girls next to me
Wantin' to get sex to me,
like with spinachies on
VIP
Team
D
St.
Coliche
G
D
NLG, so what's the dilly willy
Am
Frontin' like you can't feel me,
most appealing
Party people's hands in the ceiling
D
Am
Type of feeling,
G
spit it smoked out while we chillin'
Am
Sometimes we chill cause life is too short
See time burns fast just like a new po'
D
Am
We got things to do so niggas
Dm
G
do yours
Am
We're trying to get this cash money
D
Am
Late trees, rock mics and gas honey
D
Am
You can smile but ain't
D
G
a damn thing funny
Am
Sometimes we chill cause life is too short
See time burns fast just like a new po'
Dm
Am
We got things to do so niggas
Dm
G
do yours
Am
We're trying to get this cash money
D
Am
Blaze trees, rock mics, and gas hennas
D
Am
You can smile but ain't a damn
G
Am
Am
thing funny
Am
You
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