Tonalidad: D# minor•
Verse 1
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Yeah, yeah,
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E
Cb
Ebm
yeah
Cb
Ebm
Cb
Yeah, yeah
Ebm
Just in case you was wondering
E
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I did make the beat
Verse 2
Ebm
Yeah, cause we just (children of
the world)
And they wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same,
that's the only rival gang
Cb
I'm just sitting here,
praying to my father
Tired of today,
Ebm
forever scared of tomorrow
Cb
Ebm
Where's a scale I could borrow?
Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops,
cause college ain't free
Cb
Plus college ain't me,
sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain
but I'm too proud to ask
Ebm
Take it all in stride,
teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's
Cb
no jobs to apply?
And fast food won't do 'cause
you overqualified
I'm feeling like hustling
Ebm
Tired of the foodstamps and
Cb
budgeting
Ebm
Running in so much work with
school buzzing in
Cb
Ebm
God, and I risk the only
things we be trusting in
E
All else fails,
Cb
I'm in a casket like fuck it then
Ebm
Either get rich or die poor
Cb
Ebm
Nigga fell short and got jammed
up, but he tried though
Cb
Ebm
I'm pretty sure my first words
were "survival"
E
Looking for the answers to my
Cb
problems in the Bible
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
Cause we just try and decode
all the secrets
My conversations with God always
seem leave him speechless
Gb
Ebm
Cb
And even when I was at my worst like
"we got to make this work"
Ebm
My girl found time to leave me,
too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me like "what up,
ho? "
I'm just bitter,
I ain't asking what you fuck for
Cb
As disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying,
Ebm
Cb
if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just,
Ebm
guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong,
but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broad
Cb
s and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you ain't
Ebm
never had shit
Cb
Ebm
I'm feeling like what the fuck,
they want my soul
Cb
Ebm
Like my ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government,
Cb
Ebm
who can I trust?
E
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
Cb
Shorty might have AIDS like who
Ebm
can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rub
Cb
Ebm
ber bust or I have a kid
Cb
Ebm
The pride to all the things
that my father did
E
Cb
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was
on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun
but they ain't after K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain,
Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches,
couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud
patch it, lag enough
Steady acting like I ain't
had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain't
flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess
I ain't crash enough
On the track like I'm pushing crack,
bag it up
I tell these niggas to back it up
My bitch like Scar's, gave
the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes
like I ain't seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't
attend the wake
That's too lyrical,
he been round busting
Mississippi? Well,
he don't sound Southern
He be down cause it's since '05, I swear
The game's a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell's a breath of air
Yeah, fuck with me
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