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