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Intro 1
Am
F
Am
Verse 1
Am
I'm not getting high
off this weed,
F
so I'm smoking a cig
Am
F
Am
I keep it clean when I hit the scene
A deep, a dope sleep,
I stay treaded for my
Competition, S .S. Street Soulja,
I done told ya
Don't sell dope,
but I'm ridin' fast and motors
F
Am
Meetin' quotas, makin' power moves,
I don't like to lose
I'm a winner, and a sinner,
take my family out to dinner
I'm an old school dad,
F
more than just another fad
Am
F
One phase, cut my braids,
get my fade back
Am
Lumberjack, got a fad, goin' anywhere
I don't care what they talkin' bout
Can't take a player from the ladies,
you a hater
Get your cake up, weight up
F
Am
F
Am
Tired of not having what you need
So get up off your ass and
make an opportunity
Quick pass to your kids and your wife
You don't have a choice,
F
gotta have a new life
Am
I'm knocking the junk off the train
F
Am
So I smoke, we'll say, hey
F
Am
I ain't got a dime in my mother
Am
F
Lookin' for a plug like a
Am
motherfuckin' socket
Baby need some pamper,
daddy need some answer
Baby mama snappin',
niggas say he rappin',
F
can't avoid the pressure
Am
Daddy gotta eat, and I ain't no professor
But I am unique,
so I already know what I'ma do
Get into my zone, this song, fuck you
F
I'm lookin' for a nigga,
Am
lookin' for a cracker
F
Come up as a clergy,
Am
tell him I'm the pastor
Tryna get the offer, ask him for the offer
I don't think he understand,
F
I'm sick of asking for the offer, I'm fucked up
Am
I'm knocking the junk off the train
F
so I smoke me a cigarette
Am
F
I'm tired of being broke in the streets
Am
so I smoke me a cigarette
Time to be in broke,
so I did something bout it
Got up off my ass,
instead of pouting bout it
Rewriting my life, like a detour sign
Was on the road to doom,
now I finally see sunshine
Steady grind, steady climb to the T .O .P.
F
Am
Right back on top,
where I'm supposed to be
With the rest of the G's
out here making bread
Trying to stay focused,
trying to get ahead
Eyes bloody red, lungs pitch black
Said this was my last one,
F
Am
but I need another sack
Still under attack, forces in my head
Saying keep rapping,
feel no mad and don't be scared
F
Am
What didn't kill me made me strong,
Am
Gave me meat when I was hungry,
drank when I was thirsty
Some said I wasn't worthy,
but I proved them wrong
Now them same motherfuckers
sing the same song
I'm not getting high off this weed,
F
so I'm smoking a cigarette
Am
I'm tired of being broke on the streets,
so I smoke a cigarette
So broke, so broke
F
Am
I'm knockin' the junk off the train
so I smoke me a cigarette, oh
F
Am
I'm tired of bein'
broke in these streets
Outro 1
So I smoke me a cigarette
Am
F
Am
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