Tonalidad: A minor•
Intro 1
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Am
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Am
Verse 1
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F
Am
I took a shot,
trying to keep on breathing
A
Bleeding, kill it on crep,
F
left me numb for an unexplainable reason
Am
I didn't see him, just gully cap,
dressed in all black, uniform for dirt
Choking on a reefer stick,
F
that's when he aimed
Am
Wet up my shirt, critically hurt
Infliction of paint, blood
stained upon the windowpane
Put in work?
F
B
Was it somebody I did the
F
same role in in front of fame?
A
Am
B
Am
Veins feel like they're pushing over canes I'm slipping away into a coma,
F
fighting to survive
I'm slowly feeling that I'm a goner,
A
please to
God
B
Is there hope right here for
Lil
Rob or the one who dies?
F
Too soon for me to see this sweet
God up there in paradise
B
Pondering all problems,
Am
that's when he crept I slipped up and left him for dead
F
Multiple gunshot wounds,
direct to the chest and neck flesh
A
Am
Fled the suspect into the dark
Dsus4
Am
without determining my fate
F
I know it's too late, but I shouldn't have been the sitting
B
duck outside the front of the gate
Am
It feels fine, all my signs are vital,
slumped over sober plasma
F
A
I can hear him speak before he shot
B
You know I had to get ya
A
Dsus4
Put that on, front of the neck now, let it loose and
Am
F
hella gunpowder like y 'all
A
The rhythm of the concert, strutting into vibes,
B
I've been trying to paramedics to get louder
A
Am
On the scene, friends and family weeping, not
B
knowing I made a peaceful sleep
F
A
Suddenly my eyes click wide,
B
A
I'm dreaming just like I wanted to be
Am
Sometimes I sit and thought of
F
B
F
me when I'm alone
A
Am
Many circumstances in my life
F
make me see I could be gone
A
Am
B
Bm
Sometimes I feel and notice that the
F
B
F
Am
F
world is so cold
Am
F
Follow behind me tryna fuck all my hoes ass nigga
E
B
my money is longer so my dick is bigger
F
A
with a attitude like rude nigga fuck you,
Am
F
did all I could about that ass, got to the
E
F
point that if I see you on the street I just might smash nigga,
A
I'm great big, not a peewee
Bsus4
F
E
tryna see me nigga, I'm thick dick full of grit with a red nose pit,
B
ready to rip the
F
shit out the clip nigga,
A
B
Am
F
you bite the hand that feed you and I didn't need you, if you
E
F
A
Am
D
I put your body in a knapsack,
F
Am
Like a rubber band nigga now,
B
you don't understand
A
Am
I'm loaded, can't trust a nigga
Hit off the endo everyday knew my fears
F
B
And he was around when I was blood,
sweat and tears
A
Taking niggas weed stash when
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them popos pull us over
F
A
Let a nigga know,
B
them niggas about to pop out your
Nova
Am
said you don't kick it enough
C
Am
You got your glory,
F
Am
hatin' motherfuckers
B
But that's another fuckin' story
Am
Anyway, it went down for the
browns for the
F
ground ground I got that grill,
that's real
B
Bdim
And for the money I kill, steal
Am
Some call me steel,
Mr.
Nowhere
To
Be
Revealed
F
See you after the day, half the hafta
E
F
Tryin' to get that gil
A
Niggas be gettin' they backs
split open
B
Fuckin' around with this ghetto star
Speezy
F
Ace,
E
Bdim
Parcellini, mob styl in' in ghetto cars
F
B
Bullet holes up in my hookie,
but a nigga ain't trippin'
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Cause the bitch that did that,
E
he ain't no longer livin'
F
A
Am
Don't make me nut up like semen
if I lay my motherfuckin' probation
F
I been tryin' to be cool,
Bdim
not shoot you bitches up in the face
A
And catch a case and have your ass
smothered like nuclear waste
F
E
Embracin' niggas with this chrome 45,
F
givin' them a taste
A
and spit your billy
Am
Roll your ass up like a twunk sack,
F
it's
smokin'
B
F
Fuck it, nigga, I never loved ya
B
Lay your ass out on the street with
Am
hella ponies and ambulance
F
Am
Got the white chalk, circle, and shell
E
F
Didn't have a chance,
A
gentleman, fuck you
with my money
D
Am
Nigga, I told you to turn it down, but you
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just didn't listen
A
B
Now take a look at yourself now
A
Am
With your corpse full of hoes,
lookin' at your body, out your body
F
Am
You broke the shit in yourself,
B
caught his whole thug party
A
Am
Fucked around and had to face
D
Am
the consequences of death
F
Am
Don't be no bitch now, nigga,
B
just try to die with respect
A
Grab your dick and close
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your eyes and count
C
B
1, 2, 3
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Am
Say goodbye to the bad guy,
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black porcelain knee
A
Am
Sometimes I sit and thought
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Am
B
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of me when I'm alone
Am
Many circumstances in my life make
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E
F
me see I could be gone
Am
A
B
Sometimes I feel and know that
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B
F
Am
the world is so cold
B
Am
F
F
Things, things be dramatic
you
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