Tonalidad: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
F
Yeah, yeah,
Am
Bb
F
Am
yeah
F
Am
F
Yeah, yeah
Am
Just in case you was wondering
Bb
F
I did make the beat
Verse 2
Am
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
F
I'm just sitting here,
praying to my father
Tired of today,
Am
forever scared of tomorrow
F
Am
Where's a scale I could borrow?
Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops,
cause college ain't free
F
Plus college ain't me,
sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain
but I'm too proud to ask
Am
Take it all in stride,
teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's
F
no jobs to apply?
And fast food won't do 'cause
you overqualified
I'm feeling like hustling
Am
Tired of the foodstamps and
F
budgeting
Am
Running in so much work with
school buzzing in
F
Am
God, and I risk the only
things we be trusting in
Bb
All else fails,
F
I'm in a casket like fuck it then
Am
Either get rich or die poor
F
Am
Nigga fell short and got jammed
up, but he tried though
F
Am
I'm pretty sure my first words
were "survival"
Bb
Looking for the answers to my
F
problems in the Bible
Am
C
Am
Cause we just try and decode
all the secrets
My conversations with God always
seem leave him speechless
C
Am
F
And even when I was at my worst like
"we got to make this work"
Am
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
F
As disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying,
Am
F
if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just,
Am
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
F
s and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you ain't
Am
never had shit
F
Am
I'm feeling like what the fuck,
they want my soul
F
Am
Like my ancestors' ain't enough
If I can't trust my own government,
F
Am
who can I trust?
Bb
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
F
Shorty might have AIDS like who
Am
can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rub
F
Am
ber bust or I have a kid
F
Am
The pride to all the things
that my father did
Bb
F
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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