Tonalidad: Bb minor
Intro 1
Am
A
Dm
Em
Am
A
Dm
Em
Am
Verse 1
A
Dm
Lately I just say I'm outta town
Em
Am
'Cause I don't really care to be around
A
Dm
I been making up for my mistakes
I've been through a lot, I need a break
Am
A
More life, Never caught
Dm
Wrong place at the wrong time
Em
Am
I ain't had no chicken in a long time
A
Dm
I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
Got a demon triggering the porch light
A
Dm
Stay alone 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
Em
I don't trust you if you tell
Am
me that you don't lie
A
Asking how I'm doing,
Dm
yeah I'm doing fine
Don't you know the foolish
always grow wise
Am
A
Capetown with the kinfolk,
we don't play around
Dm
Grandma was on the slave
Em
ship but we home now
Am
A
Mama do not work the grave shift,
Dm
she in Rome now
USA be on they bullshit,
Em
Dm
better go now
Am
A
Aye, homie why you stressing,
Dm
we got one foot in the grave
Brother get your money,
Em
Am
get yo ass up on the plane
A
Why you with this women if you
Dm
know she playing games?
Why you with this nigga if he treat
C
Am
you like you lame?
Verse 2
A
Let go (go), you ain't gotta
Dm
Em
hold on no more (more)
Am
If you got a good thing,
A
go for it (for it)
Dm
We ain't with the bad things
Em
Am
Girl, you gotta let go,
Dm
You ain't gotta hold on
no more (more)
Am
A
If you got a good thing, go for it (for it)
Dm
We ain't with the bad things no
Em
Am
more (no more)
Verse 3
A
Dm
They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
Em
But I don't let them talk
Am
about my friends, nah
A
Dm
You was taking people from their kids,
Am
now you bitter cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
A
I don't eat if I didn't pull
Dm
it from the ground
Em
Gotta a lot of love so I give
Am
to the crowd
A
Man I swear my great,
Dm
great Grandma would be proud
We ain't pickin' cotton,
Am
I'm the nigga with the crown
A
"Thank you very much,
Verse 4
its uh"
"Privilege and a honor to be a in the white
C
intellectual ghetto of the West"
Verse 5
Am
A
Dm
In the car, in LA on the 99
Em
Am
Sunrise, Red Sky, Ambience
A
Dm
Bad days, Rear view, and they stay behind
Em
PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
A
Am
Black boy,
A
Dm
you could be what you want to be
You the one that carry that baton
Em
when they come for me
Am
A
Came from, the concrete
that's a fizzy fact
Dm
A
Came up, clear streams in the grizzy grass,
G
E
yeah
Verse 6
Am
Keepin' it honest They try
to kill you, I promise
They do it all for the commas
Em
E
I stay alive for my children,
I don't be trustin' they doctors
Am
Politicians is phony, they be villains,
Em
E
They gonna tell you its gold,
but show it really be copper
Am
And they don't want you tappin'
Em
into all that spirit inside us
E
They want you chasin' the carrot
Want you fiendin' for Pradas
Am
They want you sick 'til you vomit
Dm
Em
'Cause you no use when you conscious
(conscious, conscious, conscious)
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