Тональность: F minor
Intro 1
F#
A
C#m
A
D
F#m
E
B
E
Verse 1
F#m
miles away thinking bout this life shit
A
E
F#m
It's way too soon to feel like I'm in a crisis
D
I'm trying to blow like niggas don't rock
F#m
with
ISIS
E
Ain't a soul that really could
do it like this
F#
Blindness is rampant,
F#m
the hood is full of mindless
F#m
seeing the streets is full of mices
D
F#m
wonder why we like this?
B
Questions in mind gave me
F#m
courage to write this
F#
C#
I don't pick favorites,
F#m
I love all my vices
A
E
This earthbound lust could flip a record like
F#m
The trauma in my heart
is what made me right
B
E
Made me like all this dirt
is what gave me my likeness
F#
I'm seeing plenty of folks
F#m
stay in disguises
E
And when they meet a nigga like me,
A
they hate in silence
D
A
F#m
I ain't surprised they give me a rise
you gon' give it up to your highness
F#
C#
F#m
I'm climbing, di vine timing
F#
E
C#m
Eight years in and I'm still rhyming
F#m
A
No contract,
D
A
F#m
we better see a milli when I sign it
E
B
When I say that I'm him,
F#
Gotta wait, well, I'm still tryin'
C#
F#m
E
I'm sittin' on gold
that's ready to go diamond
F#m
D
You sellin' this story that
niggas ain't buyin'
F#m
E
I figured you people just
needed some remindin'
B
F#
Yeah
E
It's a long way from home
Bm
F#m
But we on it
C#m
C#sus4
F#
To be hon est
It's a long way from home
E
C#m
Bm
F#m
D
C#m
C#sus4
But I got you, to be honest
F#
C#
D
I did the digital dash and
C#m
bought a cashout
Buddy bag time, I'm ready to bring my
D
Mac
out
They call me
Randy
Jack, venue is packed
out
B
Caught a bitch talking that shit,
he's getting
smacked down
F#
D#m
He, she, they,
F#m
them, these hands don't discriminate
A
E
Jesus turned blood to wine,
F#m
turn yours to lemonade
A
F#m
And she played with the tip,
E
now it's a hand grenade I blow
And I'm quenching the thirst,
look what a minute made
F#
They said the sky's the limit, but
that was yesterday
F#m
I put the work in, I brought
the work to a different state
I got homies with way too much
on they dinner plate
B
And I got homies who's
eating noodles like everyday
F#
It's hard to hold me,
F#m
my mind has been like an interstate
Plenty things rockin' a boat, I
had to keep the faith
Feelin' straight,
won't ever complain if I ain't doing great
B
E
F#m
Mama passed down the hustle,
E
F#
now it's my fa vorite trait
That's what makes me
different from them
F#m
E
I already got blood,
F#m
I ain't lookin' for friends
Bm
In a whole different phase of life,
B
I could only stay a night
C#sus4
F#
then the niggas gone with the wind
E
It's a long way from home
Bm
F#m
But we on it
C#m
C#sus4
F#
To be honest
E
It's a long way from home
F#m
C#m
To be honest
C#sus4
F#
Yeah, it's a long way
E
Bm
F#m
from home
C#m
C#sus4
F#
F#m
Home, it's a long way from
E
Bm
home
A
E
C#m
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