Tonalidad: Bb minor
Verse 1
F#m
Gotta take this from the heart, man
A
F#m
Beat by heart, man
Ghost comin' out of the
Batcave
D
Tryna read my book before
I get to the last page
Tryna hurry up,
C#m
A
cuz I know it's the last days
F#m
Do it for the love,
A
for the love of the money
F#m
Get rich, couple niggas
start huckin' funny
D
Where the love at?
It ain't the traces
It was replaced by hate
Where the hoodie and the gloves at?
F#m
Show them niggas where the thug at
Fuck his wife, raise a shrug
Rats a slug and a skullcap
D
This is sharp, no dull rap
A
F#m
So move on nigga, I'm too high nigga, fuck with me,
that'll be the day that you die nigga
You heard me,
you gon' die cause I'm too live nigga
D
Arrow to see in the dark,
I'm too wise nigga
All the hope,
F#m
that'll poke out your two eyes nigga
From young lil' shot up,
father to society
Contribute and deliver the scribe,
then life die every grindin'
D
We don't tire, words are quiet,
he spit it to his entirety
Cathy liked that movie
Fort
Apache in the
Bronx
He didn't know this last
D
piece of conch, crime
All that came to was mine, bottom line
Out of luck, out of buck, out of chuck,
stuck in time
F#m
Grab the split, grab his kicks,
anxiety fiery
Adrenaline, elements, eminent
D
The fella went boom, stepped out his room,
ready for doom
Can't you see,
C#m
A
he ain't no one he bout to get freaky
F#m
Misery, trickery,
get you smoked like hickory
Better have epiphany, or get broke like a
Tiffany lamp
D
He did, he thought, his kid,
his soul can drift
Knew he had to hold his eminence,
now
F#m
Defensive pain digits are
simply stated
They rap therapeutical, it's cool
D
You have a beautiful life, live on
Try hard, be strong,
C#m
why die when you can fly high as a pigeon
A
F#m
From youngness shot up,
A
products of so ciety
F#m
Contributing to living
inscribed in life's diary
D
It's very special, it's very special
C#m
A
F#m
Had dreams and teams to be born
Backed up and tagged up on the wall
D
Mission to misuse the hallways
Never got all
A's and hustled the small way
Rocking them big rings,
F#m
dippling to get things fam
C#m
F#m
Even pistols are gram,
hit school and scram
D
Smoothing my weight,
juvenile tendencies
A
Jews that glow, ghetto dependency
F#m
A
F#m
Eat, sleep, streets, grind, heat
Seek your shine and how to
A
Surrounded by politics and poverty
C#m
A
F#m
You gotta be your way out,
but for what?
C#m
F#m
Everywhere is cor ruption, true
The aim is to live comfortable
D
A
D
Livin' to full it up, as many formulas,
like a hard test, the process of growin' up
F#m
From young then shot up,
A
products to so ciety
F#m
Contributin' to livin',
inscribed in life's diary
D
Grindin', we don't tire, words are quiet,
A
F#m
it's spittin' to its entirety
A
F#m
From young then shot up,
A
products to so ciety
F#m
Contributin' to livin',
inscribed in life's diary
D
It's very special, it's very special
C#m
A
F#m
D -Block
D
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