Tonalidad: F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Bm
D
C#m
A -oh, -oh, a -oh, a -oh
F#m
Bm
D
C#m
A -oh, a -o h...
F#m
Bm
D
C#m
F#m
Bm
D
Sookie,
Sookie,
C#m
Sookie
F#m
Bm
Unh, tried to drag away my pain,
D
they made me throw up
C#m
They shot my n***a in his back,
F#m
that made him slow up
Bm
Might let my boot dry off while I roll up
D
C#m
My brother fightin' the charts,
but we don't fold up
F#m
Bm
My girl said she scared for
D
me, I just tell her pray for me
C#m
OG had to pay the lawyer
F#m
fees with money
Bm
Forty years flat,
D
two of my n***a got the same number
C#m
Hard turn, cold n***a,
F#m
with the game done, yeah
Bm
Might cop the
Wraith, the double
D
R's on the headrest
C#m
But mama, cause she work too hard,
F#m
the doc say she need bed rest
Bm
Really from the hood,
D
I take you spots where they be sprayin' at
C#m
Where I lost my man's at,
sold my first
Bm
Them goons get the drop on your spot
D
and they get ramshack
C#m
Fresh up out the gutter where they
F#m
shootin' or throwin' hands at
Bm
Crabs in the barrel,
D
never let them fuck your plans up
C#m
Motherfuck the cops and cracker
F#m
shootin' us with our hands up
Bm
Dope boy, might just pull up on
D
you in a lamb truck
C#m
If you get caught,
F#m
don't get your vans up
Bm
We don't play no zones around this bitch,
D
you gotta man up
C#m
Bold like I'm
F#m
Bradley, build on a bitch and one
Bm
Gun smoke, cocaine,
D
that's the shit we came from
C#m
Learn from my pop mistakes,
F#m
try not to make the same one
Bm
Never wait for bitch to pose
D
a n***a when the rain come
C#m
When I'm choppin' bullets,
F#m
rain, it'll stain somethin'
Bm
Fuck around and I aim at
D
your kingdom
C#m
N****s ain't dumb, look
F#m
Bm
They tried to pass it off to them oth er n****s,
we ain't dumb
D
C#m
Real ones rep around the globe
where we came from
F#m
Rouse and decide, I'm like,
D
He know his niggas dizzy,
C#m
get it shakin' like a paint can
F#m
Know some niggas hatin' through
Bm
the net on they fake ramps
D
Really they be pussy and
C#m
they really be confused
F#m
Cause they fans, pardon the fallin'
Bm
D
Pardon me, darlin', I ball up along
C#m
In the bark of the garden, I'm haulin' bread
F#m
R &S, they
R &Us
Bm
D
This thing of ours belong to us
It's all in trust,
C#m
chronic and foreign trucks
F#m
Bm
With all the feats, all our retreats
D
Jewelry, expensive feats,
C#m
F#m
women wearin' the least
Bm
Pose another selfie for the freaks
D
Rollin' up, the hottest thing,
C#m
F#m
smokin' in the streets
Bm
Dope boy, might just pull
D
up on you in a lamb truck
C#m
If you get caught,
F#m
don't give your mans up
Bm
We don't play no zones around this bitch,
D
you gotta man up
Ball like I'm
C#m
Bradley
F#m
Bill on a bitch and one
Bm
Gun smoke, cocaine,
D
that's the shit we came from
C#m
Learn from my pop mistakes,
F#m
try not to make the same ones
Bm
Never wave a bitch to hoes that leave
D
you when the rain come
C#m
When I'm talkin' for this rain,
F#m
it'll stayin'
Sunday
Bm
Tires wet like they black glass
D
C#m
Trunk to the front, motor in back,
you know it's fast
F#m
Bm
I could teach a class,
but that's too much gang
D
C#m
For me to land two semesters,
F#m
you'll need so many life lessons
Bm
You'll need to sit down for so
C#m
Them losses that I took
was really blessed
F#m
Bm
Above my shoulders, my sharpest weapon
Smith &
Wesson, killin' beats an
C#m
d bring them checks in
F#m
I done turned into a bill collector
Bm
I bought an office space,
D
C#m
I'm waitin' on the building inspector
F#m
Get these permits, these licenses,
Bm
then it's back to ballin' out and buyin' shit
D
C#m
I always knew I'd be rich,
F#m
ain't know which woman I would end up with
Bm
Play it for life, bitch, I'd never quit
D
C#m
And on my trade first homeboys,
I would never switch
F#m
Bm
Uh, that's that sucker stuff,
that's not for us
Rolls
C#m
Royce deal er,
got a coupe in the truck
F#m
Poopin' is my dust
Bm
boy, might just pull up on
D
you in a lamb truck
C#m
Rule one, if you get caught,
F#m
don't give your mans up
Bm
We don't play no zones around this bitch,
D
you gotta man up
Ball like I'm
C#m
Bradley
F#m
Bill, load a bitch and one
Bm
Smoke cocaine,
D
that's the shit we came from
C#m
Learned from my pop mistakes,
F#m
try not to make the same ones
Bm
Never wait for bitch to moseley
D
you when the rain come
C#m
When I'm top of bullets rain,
F#m
Bm
D
C#m
it'll stain some
F#m
Bm
D
C#m
F#m
Bm
You
D
C#m
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