Tonalidad: E minor
Intro 1
Em
F#m
G
Em
C
Em
Bm
G
Em
F#m
G
C
Bm
G
Verse 1
Em
Uh,
F#m
me and my niggas tryna get it
G
Get that house lick,
C
tell me is you with it, ya bitch
Bm
Home invasion, what's persuasive?
G
From nine to five, I know it's vacant,
Bm
Em
ya bitch
F#m
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
G
C
Back when condom rappers wasn't cool
I fucked Charaine and went
F#dim
F#m
to tell my bros
Bm
Then that Charaine man,
Em
let it burn, came on
F#m
Hot sauce all in, I talk rhymin', ya bitch
G
Park the car, then we start rhymin',
The only thing we had to
F#m
free our mind
Bm
Then freeze that verse
G
Em
when we see dollar signs
F#m
You lookin' like an easy come up, ya bitch
G
A silver spoon,
C
I know you come from, bitch
And that's a lifestyle that
Bm
we never knew
Go at it, reppin' for the revenue
Em
Go Halle Berry or Hallelujah
F#m
Pick your poison,
Bm
G
Bm
Em
tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
F#m
D
But the one in front of
Bm
G
the gun lives forever
Em
The one in front of
the gun lives forever
Bm
F#m
Bm
An d I've been hustlin' all day
G
Bm
Em
This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways
F#m
Money trees is the perfect
Bm
place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel
Nah, nah
F#m
G
Eight dollar mic just fuck your mane,
bitch
C
That's just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might,
Bm
say fuck the niggas that
you gang with,
G
Bm
Em
that's just how I feel
F#m
G
Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch,
C
that's just how I feel
Bm
Nah, a dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich,
G
Bm
Em
that's just how I feel
F#m
Dreams of living life like rappers do
G
C
Bump that new E40 after school
Bm
You know big ballin' with my homies
F#m
Bm
Bro Stephens had us
Em
thinkin' rational
F#m
Back to reality, we poor, ya bitch
G
Ain't nothin' casualty at war, ya bitch
C
Two bullets in my uncle
Bm
F#m
Tony's head
Bm
Em
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bitch
C
Em
That Louie's burgers nev
C
Em
F#m
er be the same
Bm
C
A Louie belt'll never ease that pain
Bm
C
But I'ma purchase when
Bm
F#m
that day is jerkin'
Bm
Pull off at churches with
D
Em
Pirelli skirtin'
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
F#m
Bm
Hopin' all of em' offend you,
F#m
They say your hood is a pot of gold
Bm
C
And we gon' crash it when
Bm
nobody's home
Em
Holla baron, or holla dude
F#m
G
Pick your poison, tell me what you do
C
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Bm
But the one in front of the gun
Em
lives forever
F#m
G
An d I've been hustlin' all day,
C
this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m
A dollar might just fuck
G
your main bitch
C
That's just how I feel, nah
Bm
A dollar might say fuck them niggas
that you came with
G
Bm
Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m
G
A dollar might just make
that lane switch
C
That's just how I feel, nah
Bm
A dollar might turn to a million
and we all rich
Em
That's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough
F#m
No way, love one of your
G
fucking head and hoes
C
No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
Bm
No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
G
Em
No way, be the last one
out to get the stove
F#m
No way, love one of you
G
bucket -headed hoes
C
No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
A
Bm
No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
No way
Em
Magic rock up in them
projects with them niggas
F#m
Pick your pockets, Santa Claus,
Bm
don't miss them stockings
Liquor spilling, pistols popping,
Bm
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
F#m
Bm
My homeboy just domed a n***a
G
Bm
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em
Pops with cocaine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
F#m
G
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin' cheese from
the government?
Em
Gotta provide for my dawg and them
Get the f*** up out my way, b***h
F#m
D
Got that drum and I got them bands
G
D
Just like a parade, b***h
Em
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stache
F#m
If they do, tell the truth
G
It's the last time you might see my ass
C
From the gardens where
the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', blood
Bm
F#m
Bitches sellin' pussy,
Bm
niggas sellin' drugs,
but it's all good
Em
Broken promises, still you're watchin',
tell you what time it is
F#m
Bm
Take your J's and tell you to
Em
kick it where a Fulaka is
In the streets with a heater
F#m
under my dungarees
Dreams of me gettin'
Bm
shaded under a money
Em
They me Halle Berry, or Halle Louie
F#m
Pick your poison,
G
C
tell me what you do
Everybody go respect the shooter
Bm
But the one in front of the
Em
gun lives forever
The one in front of the gun, forever
F#m
G
And I've been hustlin' all day
This a way, better way
C
Through canals and
alleyways just to say
Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man
I called in for another appointment
I figured you wasn't gonna be
back here on time anyway
Look, shit, shit,
I just wanna get out the house, man
This man is on one, he feeling good,
and a motherfucker.
Shit, I'm trying to get my
thing going too.
I'm going to another house,
just bring my car back.
Shit, he made it, he feeling good.
Listen to him.
See, he has health.
Shit, he ain't even tripping off
them dominoes no more.
Just bring the car back.
Did somebody say dominoes?
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