Tonalidad: G major•
Verse 1
C
Am
I'd advise you to
give them the flowers,
G
Em
G
while they still can smell it, real shit
C
Am
Good boy, look, where do I start?
Without you I wouldn't have a heart
G
D
You helped raise a child,
you ain't even married,
but think about it
Em
You raised a couple, nigga, my mistake
G
All these kids,
C
yet I felt like I'm your only one
Am
All these boys,
you made me feel like I'm your only son
D
So shit, I love you pops, I say it loud
Em
And I'd do whatever just
G
to make you proud
C
Always used to say, Charlie,
Am
this life ain't fair
No love for my father,
cause that coward wasn't there
G
D
We only talked once, but I didn't cry
G
Em
Because my anger wouldn't
G
let me feel for that stranger
C
That nigga ain't no father,
why I call him that?
Am
But you died, made me cry
at the thought of that
G
Open wealth, look,
D
you deserve all of that
Em
Please ignore if the Lord try
G
and call you back
C
Am
You all I got left
You all I got left
G
in this cold hard world
Em
You all I got left,
G
C
so please don't leave
Am
Renee, where do I start?
Without you I wouldn't have a heart
C
D
I know my mama made
you cuss a couple times
Em
And I know you took it out on us
a couple times
G
C
Shit, a couple rough patches,
yeah, we made it through
Am
And I finally got the right
words to say to you
Shit, I love you,
D
I love you with all my heart
Em
When mom died cause of you,
I didn't fall apart
G
C
You always seen the best
Am
when they see the worst
I'ma buy you that crib
before I leave this earth
G
D
I got you this Christmas,
G
at least a purse
D
Em
And even though you hide
it, I can see the hurt
G
C
Just wanna say sorry for
Am
the shit that he did
But only cowards leave,
that's what you taught the kid
D
And if it's real love, then you never quit
Em
Take care of yourself,
G
I can't never see you sick
C
Am
You all I got left
You all I got left
G
Em
In this cold, world, you all I got left
G
C
So please don't leave
Am
K, look, blood, nigga, fuck Facebook
C
D
And I'm on it till that dirt
leave my coffin down
Em
G
Tryna be that uncle Kiki talk about
C
Tryna be that uncle, don't let me look
Am
Like, here's a couple hundred
when she hit me up
D
Precious of a pair, must be hard as hell
G
D
Em
And it's plain why our mama
probably went to jail
G
C
I know you feel guilty, nigga, let it go
Am
Mama was a hustler tryin'
to get the dough
D
Street life, that's what she knew
G
Em
And get that money is what
the fuck you do
G
C
Shit, I pray to God
Am
that your soul find peace
Glad you quit the pills
G
D
Stuck with that weed, fast life, and I blood
But you must reduce the speed
Em
G
I can't lose you to these streets,
C
Am
you all I got left
You all I got left
D
G
in this fucked up world
Em
You all I got left, nigga,
G
C
Am
so please don't leave
C
G
D
C
G
D
G
Em
G
C
Am
C
G
D
G
D
G
Em
You
G
C
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