Тональность: C minor
Intro 1
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Em
G
A
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Em
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Verse 1
Bm
how could I com plain
When everybody around me
probably feels the
G
You can count the stops on the train,
but you couldn't count
Bm
the drops in the rain
Not even when it drizzled,
G
a lot of niggas had fire,
seen the shit fizzle
Bm
From no dedication to the craft,
I had dedication to the ass
Bm
See the weed deal,
I make the medication last
G
It's like I'm buggin' out,
Bm
I'm on the meditation fast
Room full of killers, show hesitation last
like a devastating blast
Bm
Pick a beat, bulletproof,
we still penetrating glass
G
There's nothing you can
do with them,
never try to ruin them
Bm
Split personality,
one goose or two of them
G
Been made my vows to the streets,
I'm renewing them
Bm
Yeah, I'm playing baseball,
pick a rapper, I'll be chewing them
Em
G
A
If I ever die, feel a realness in my soul
Bm
While I'm still alive,
I'm still moving in my zone
Em
Made a fortune off of hustling,
G
still thugging to the bone
Bm
They can't do nothing with me,
just some shit that I know
G
D
A
Won't let them sue me up like a bowtie,
Niggas really ain't solid,
G
they playin' both sides, ah
D
If they told you I was with the shits,
it's no lie, ah
Bm
I can hear my clocks clickin'
with these ghost fires
G
Bm
I decided to laugh
Fork in the road and
I'm decidin' to pass
G
Ever cross me, I'm providin' the wrath
Bm
I can get an Uncle Simon,
I'm slidin' him half
and the right side of the calf
Bm
My American dream had cocaine in it
G
That's like riding your car through hell
with propene in it
so I had to get the domain with it
Bm
but I'm still low -mean with it
Yeah
You playing Temple Run,
I'm on the Temple Run
G
Tryna run to God for this game,
it's a mental one
Bm
Most the time you need a solution,
it's a simple one
G
You don't see the angel,
Bm
but it's dead cause he sent you one
G
Long prayers for my jail niggas
Bm
More prayers for the dead and gone
Em
G
A
If I ever die, feel a realness in my soul
Bm
While I'm still alive,
I'm still moving in my zone
Em
G
Made a fortune off of hustling,
Em
G
still thuggin' to the bone
Bm
They can't do nothing with me,
just some shit that I knew
G
Won't let them suit me up
A
Bm
like a bowtie, nah nah
Niggas really ain't solid,
G
they playin' both sides, ah
D
If they told you I was with the shits,
it's no lie, ah
Bm
I can hear my clocks clickin' with these
G
Bm
I hear the ticks, it never stops,
the hands of time, wrote the rhyme,
G
told you I can feel the clock,
hear the mind,
Bm
house clock is digital,
G
getting still, bet you I can feel the time,
play a dark room,
make the mirror shine,
Bm
when I walk past the shit,
G
cause I'm here to shine,
violate anything dear to mine,
Bm
shoot you like the deer, hunnid,
shouldn't even dare to rhyme,
G
A
feel the realness in my soul,
Bm
while I'm still alive,
I'm still moving in
Em
G
Made a fortune off of hustling,
still thuggin' to the bone
Bm
They can't do nothing with me,
just some shit that I know
G
Won't let them suit me up
A
Bm
like a bowtie, nah, nah
Niggas really ain't solid,
G
they playin' both sides, ah
D
If they told you I was with the shits,
it's no lie, ah
Bm
I can hear my conscious clickin'
Em
with these ghost vibes
G
Bm
Ghost vibes
G
D
G
If they told you I was with the shits,
Bm
I can hear my clutches
clickin' with these goosevibes
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