Tonalidad: D# minor•
Verse 1
I call it heart music
Bb
No, not H- A- R- D, H- E- A- R- T
Ebm
Heartfelt shit, you know?
Yeah, um
Bb
Abm
You know, we go through painful shit with paink
illers 'cause we soldiers ourselves
Verse 2
Ebm
I'm just standin' up on my head
Thinkin, "Should I pop this
Perc?"
"No, it might kill me"
Bb
If you got PTSD, you feel me
Ebm
Dead or in jail, you will be
E#m
What the cop told to the little me
Ebm
Fast- forward time, not literally
Bb
If I go on tour, I'll make a mill' at least
Ma didn't have much, we
didn't really eat
Ebm
Therefore, I was always
in the streets
You didn't hear enemies with
no tweets
That's 'cause it was some
real beef
Bb
E'ryday a shootout for
Ebm
four weeks
E#m
Four thirty clips, we four deep
Ebm
Bb
Can't hug the block 'cause
we ride with Glocks
So you already know this is real
beef
Yeah, since I got rich all
these people in my life depend on me
Ebm
So you know I gotta smoke weed
Quit gangbangin', got more cheese
Bb
I don't know buddy, he know me
Ebm
And you know we shinin'
E#m
Everybody with me got a
Rolly (Uh)
Bb
Nigga rich, you know he smashin'
Ebm
(Uh)
Bb
Security freak like roadie
And I miss my brodie (Uh)
Ebm
Slap stickin' my forty (Uh)
Still exotic smokin' (Uh)
Bb
Got something that I owed him (Uh)
Ebm
Spit hood bibles
E#m
For niggas that get bumped, sons
go pick it up
Ebm
Bb
That's the hood cycle (Uh)
So I'm tryna go flyin',
ain't got no opps
Ebm
I don't want no lil' rivals
E#m
Ebm
That's the hood cycle
Bb
When you ain't got no money
Everybody in the hood like you
When you start makin'
some money
Ebm
Everybody in the hood get excited, too
But ain't nobody
did nothin' for you
Now they lookin' like,
Bb
"Damn, who invited you?"
When you can't give
'em nothin'
Ebm
That's when they start to feel
somethin' (Uh- uh)
Gimme some space, I don't
trust nobody
Bb
Gon' make me kill somethin'
And they all love me
Ebm
E#m
Deep at shows when I was this
Ebm
broke nigga
I ain't seen all of you
Bb
Not a call from you
Ebm
Moved out grandma crib
Right out front used to get in shootouts
I was just a kid
Shoulda got some money, bought
Ebm
And now you dead,
E#m
I regret all the time I spent without
Ebm
I was deep in the streets
Bb
Jack that kid, tryna ball, who out?
Foolish things I did
Ebm
Sorry for how I lived
My mama lost without you, she
Bb
ain't gotta tell me
I look in her eyes and see it
Walkin' in my house, my
Ebm
eyes was red
E#m
Demons talkin' inside my
Bb
head
Glock was out of lead (Uh)
So evidently I had to spread
When God got me out of
Let me hop out right on my leg
Oh, I know what you sayin'
Bb
You must want me to go
chase some bread
Nigga, talkin' 'bout what you hear
Ebm
I thought you was the man
(Was)
Sayin' that ho gave you some
head (Blood)
Bb
Where all that shit in my bed?
(Cuz)
I'm just tryin' to come in the
house and fuck
I don't wanna come in no
house and fuss
Girl, why you gotta get
loud and cuss?
Gon' head, pull that blouse all up
Let me get it from the back
or somethin'
Fuck it, gonna put you on the
couch, now what? (What?)
Bb
I done fell in love (Uh)
For the month
Ebm
Now we in the club
All these diamonds on
Bb
She got a fat ass, climbin' the pole
Ebm
She lookin' like a muh'
Just to walk up in this bitch that
gave me some rolls
Why don't I throw some money?
Bb
You gettin' ones back up off the
floor
Charlamagne, you fuckin' donkey
Ebm
White teacher at school caught
me as a flunkie
'Cause I was a fuckin' junkie
Bb
And I admit it, coulda wrecked the whip
I fell asleep, I'm lucky
Ebm
Had I listened to him
E#m
'Coulda fell a victim
Ebm
to the streets, I'm lucky
Bb
Now I ride past in a Bent like,
"You fuckin' honky"
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