Tonalidad: C minor•
Intro 1
Cm
Fm
Cm
Fm
Cm
G
Fm
Verse 1
Fm
I 'member back when I used to get schooled
Talking bout when everyone
I knew used to be cool
Running round brainless
yeah we used to be fools
Grab a chain,
pawn shop had no use for the jewels
Cm
I knew what I wanted
Fm
had no use for schools
I got kicked out of,
had no use for the rules
Then all of a sudden
I'm shooting at dudes
A nigga couldn't make slips
of the stupidest move
Back when it used to be safe
I love Pecknam guess I'm
used to the place
Cm
Talking bout the trap yes I'm
Fm
used to the race
Early morning bagging up
Cm
in a room full of base
All for the love of the taste
Fm
They used to come and see
me and it used to be laced
Cm
Remember when a nigga used
to drink Hennessy chased
Fm
Now I'm so stressed my
Courvoisier's usually straight
Cm
A lot of devils in the game but I move
Fm
with the saints
There's nothing for a nigga to
get your movement erased
G
You lose a nigga man you can't
get that shooter replaced
Fm
Every way that you ever
thought it usually ain't
Cm
Im looking outside and
Fm
its cold out
Thinking how much longer can i hold out
I've had enough and I've said
it out my own mouth
I guess its in for the new,
Cm
Fm
throw the old out
Cm
Skeletons in nigga's closest
Fm
let the skulls out
Cm
Fm
I'm out here on my own nigga no doubt
But if its on niggas strap
it up and roll out
Christmas niggas wrapping up
your whole house
Cm
Fm
I 'member back when it used to be hard
Old school days back when we
used to be dawgs
Back when it used to be laughs
Bag of weed days back when
Cm
it used to be halves
But a nigga's gotta step up
Fm
and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight gotta
Cm
loosen the grasp
Is he spitting real shit you'll stupid to ask
Fm
When fake niggas can't understand
Cm
and make stupid remarks
Some niggas even think dumber
like moving to clark
Fm
Like hes ever portrayed that hes
G
a yute to be crossed
Niggas put faces on and get
used to the mask
Fm
Then its like they get confused
Dm
Fm
Cm
and lose where they are
Bb
Fm
B
Fm
Rolling with my yute in the car
B
Hes laughing while he holds a
Fm
Cm
balloon in his arms
B
Thinking back to when I used
Cm
to wipe poo off his arse
B
For him not to grow up like me i'll
Cm
Fm
be schooling his arse
B
Cm
On the road to redemption,
Fm
there's too many tasks
I'd like to tell my whole story
but there's too many parts
Cm
But anything you need to know
Fm
all you do is just ask
Show him guidance so he don't
Cm
ruin his chance
Cos growing up got me
Fm
thinking more wisely
Done a lot of silly shit to piss
Cm
of the almighty
Fm
So if I got to his heavenly gates
And I was standing outside
Cm
do you think he'll invite me?
Fm
All for a couple of pound
The big spliff in my mouth and
Cm
a cup of that brown
Fm
A .45 and a couple of rounds
To be the niggas well known to
Cm
make duppies in town
The street life has its ups
Fm
and its downs
Even the craziest yute ain't
Cm
as tough as he sounds
G
It's just that fear factor got
him off of the ground
Fm
The last thing he heard that brudda scream now
Dm
Fm
Cm
he's stuck with the sound
And you'll never forget that it happened
G
That's the way it goes down right
Eb
from ghetto to Clapham
Cm
I can't lie I'm upset
G
that's the pattern
Fm
That's why every track you hear
Gm
is infected with passion
Fm
Ab
Gm
I accept the importance
Cm
Gm
Them mad streets where
Ab
I stepped in them Jordans
Thats why every time I open
G
my eyes in the morning
Cm
I thank God just for blessing my organs
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