Kunci: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
It's
Am
not
man, it's where you're at
I'm at the point of no return,
G
there ain't no turning back
Am
C
Take control and hit the gas,
west coast, in fact
F
Flat terrain through mountain ranges,
Am
C
You've seen it all, strange faces,
many keep coming back
F
Half the reason why we keep it raining,
C
Am
banging on tracks
Besides the fact I learned
I never forsake
Am
This music's therapeutic,
C
kept the bullet right in its place
Am
C
Run your words, spit it raw,
sling a box full of merch
Dm
Bring em troops, they get awed,
Am
watch the kids put a rope
C
Let em know and let it go,
Am
give em all that you got
Dm
Load a clip and let it rip,
C
Am
yeah, give it a shot
Season the pot,
C
Am
C
keep the product sizzlin' hot
Dm
Bag it up and distribute
C
that shit yourself on the block
Am
C
Can't knock the hustle man,
Am
C
it's only on top
Dm
The game is hustle fam,
I cop the fee, but second is drop
C
Am
Dm
When the sun comes up,
till the sun goes down
I'm on the ground runnin',
C
I'ma keep goin', no pumpin' the price
Dm
Am
F
You're fakes and making moves,
Dm
G
you're running the place
Am
C
While we bought a job
Am
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Dm
C
until we put in the dirt
Am
C
Look, punch in the clock,
you know I'm up in the spot
No time to fuck around and kick it,
Am
throwing back shots, it's a rot
C
Cause all I got is one shot,
you know I strive for the top
F
I'm on the bottom coming up,
you're thinking I'm gonna stop
G
Am
Just stop,
C
I'm putting overtime on the grind
I guarantee I'm gonna
shine
Am
C
Far as the fine puttin' at work,
who's fuckin' with this?
God's my witness, yeah,
G
I be handin' rappers pink slips
Am
C
Dm
If they did shit, say my name
Dm
You most likely applied to the game
Am
C
Dm
Neglected, but don't get it twisted,
Dm
I spent years buildin' up
C
that pressure in my bubble
Am
C
Just tryin' to pop up on the ground
for too long
Dm
Feelin' it ain't gonna happen
C
like I write from too long
Am
C
But every time I'm feelin'
Dm
C
like it's time to move on
Dm
I say, fuck it, pick up my pen
Am
and I write a new song
Dm
And when the sun comes up
till the sun goes down
I'm on the ground running,
C
I'ma keep going, no going for the brakes
Am
You fakes ain't making moves,
Dm
G
you're running the place
Am
C
While we on a job all around the clock
Am
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Dm
C
Am
until we put in the dirt
C
The gang's in a lot of trouble
C
space men comes on the double
Am
C
A lot of personal circles,
everyone's in a huddle
To the point, always come back
just like rebuttals
Am
C
Tryna be me like wanna be me's
While the game asking
why like I'm a BC
Am
C
I'm in this game, kinda 3 -3
Am
C
Dm
Sweating my lines but still can't follow
I'm really transferring that envy
C
Am
around from the cosmos
C
Dm
They game don't really rig most cats
C
Am
It's saying ain't that F -H -I -T
C
Am
Now let me name names
Dm
for who I think stinks
G and J hurt my nose
Am
like throw up from pink drinks
C
Am
Bigger than the Northwest,
Dm
Cause I rap for the world
Am
Dm
When the sun comes up
Dm
I'm on the ground running,
C
I'ma keep going, bumping the brakes
Am
You fakes ain't making moves,
Am
C
Am
While we bought a job all around the clock
Am
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Dm
C
Am
C
G
Am
C
until we put in the dirt
You
Am
C
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