Tonalidad: Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Bandit, what's up with
you being young?
That's where I get out of, you know
F
So much shit that'll be going on
Am
in a n***a life though, you feel me?
You ever see someone you love
die in front of you?
Now where I'm from,
we talked through one of those,
what's done to you?
Don't got your man's,
I'ma chalk up that small W
See the day that I'm in front of you,
then I'ma put the pump to you
I represent for them niggas
who hustle all night
Catchin' bodies like gymnasts
over that soft white
We gotta stay dope,
rockin' the newest kicks
We got the freshest gear,
pushin' the newest whip
Cher, you beamer, huh?
Next year's shit?
30 up on my Glock,
30 more on my Nick
That's 50 shots at your whip,
kids, wipe if you big
And blame it all on this sick
lifestyle that we live
I'm scared to have kids,
it's what they daddy does
Sometimes I have nightmares
about who they daddy does
And I'ma keep it lit,
until that daddy comes
And put my body in it,
because my time has come
Dm
Yeah, I'm a city nigga with you,
Am
get his dome push
I keep it 30 just to fry it like
some home cook
I'm gettin' money,
paper thicker than the phone book
That nigga burn a snitch,
and that's his own sis
I keep them choppin' flows,
don't make me body go
Entire family when I let that shawty go
In just a bum bag of jeans
with a snotty nose
Dirty teeth, probably make your foe
with a body blow
I got chops and kicks without
karate clothes
Thirty -five, yeah,
you can ask anybody hoes
Got the syrup out a brick
and pour it by the four
Hundred fifty in the clip,
it came way to let it go
Dm
Am
I'm the dopest in this shit
and it's inevitable
Bet they say y 'all kill
Dm
Am
whatever the Mac 11 want
Dm
I'm the nigga you can call
Am
whenever you got some phone
Dm
Cause I keep it on my lap,
Am
ain't gotta pop the throne
Niggas
You know
So many things they come and go
Spit lava, gunfire, exotics
You can smell it on my clothes
You ain't gotta ask who got it
That nigga in the past
You ain't gotta ask who shot him
Me and Blow
Filled up the bags with narcotics
Hard body
You niggas is carbon copies,
too sloppy to mock me
You can't cop from poppy,
roll it down copley
The fiends on the shop is free
I gotta see you shoot it
before you can cop from me
Fulfill my prophecy,
real estate properties
Am
Real or fake,
niggas be dealing weight
at a high velocity
Am
It's my philosophy like KRS -One
Am
You don't got your
sandwich on your lap,
then you best run
A .M .P .I., I'm dope like a meth lab
Am
My clothes like a left jab,
potent like X tablets
I'm fresh, I used to tack on you faggots
To dump you in the trash
with the rats and the maggots
B .I .G.
Am
You know, so many things they
Outro 1
come and go
Am
Am
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