Key: D# minor•
Intro 1
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Cb
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Verse 1
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I know you're waiting,
Cb
getting fed up
You're running out of patience,
Gb
just keep your head up
I told you we'll make it,
Db
can't get my meds up
Ebm
I see too many faces, uh,
and new forms racing
Cb
And best make it coun t,
make sure it's no time wasted
Gb
I beat the churches for my team,
that was a great win
Db
Lose when you gave it everything,
that's hard to take in
Ebm
Ayy, look, I do this shit
for all my guys that got put under
Cb
Fifty shots, I'm a drummer,
them guns fit thunder
Gb
One shot and he dead,
call that bitch the one -hit wonder
Bbm
No, we don't aim for legs,
Db
tryna make it hot all sum mer
Ebm
As a small kid, I used to wanna H2 Hummer
Cb
My uncle did a bit,
they coulda gave him football numbers
Gb
I went for mandrake daily,
tryna work on my jumper
Db
Now it's gang, gang,
we stay on top of shit like a plunger
Ebm
Uh, old heads can't trick us,
drop racks when we flick up
Cb
Bloy's face gets zipped up,
ambulance pickup
Gb
Uh, red cups full of liquor,
let lab bust my niggas
Db
Come through and tear it
up with them blickers
I really fed all of my killers
Ebm
Cb
Uh, I know you waitin', gettin' fed up
You runnin' out of patience,
Gb
just keep your head up
I told you we'll make it,
Db
can't get my meds up
I see too many faces, uh
Ebm
And them foreigns racin',
Cb
best make it coun t
Make sure it's no time wasted
Gb
I beat the churches for my team,
that was a great win
Db
Lose when you gave it everything
that's hard to take in, uh -uh
Ebm
Ayy, I'm gettin' fast money,
cause I ain't got no patience
Cb
I'm with my team,
cause they cook niggas like bacon
Gb
I did my thing, trappin' out,
the spot was vacant
Db
Lil' nigga in jail,
stabbin' shit up like he Jason,
uh -uh -uh
Ebm
Ridin' a Porsche
with some horses like I'm racin'
Cb
Bitch so bad,
lookin' photoshopped when she naked
Gb
Made it out the jungle
where it's scorchin' and blazin'
Db
Gb
My dawg get money an d I get money,
Db
it's con tagious
Ebm
Been from a trap world,
I'm livin' like a pop star
Cb
I done got so rich,
I'm feedin' my lil' kids, carry on
Gb
My bitch don't want for shit,
she get whatever she want
Bbm
My shooter walk you down,
Db
stand over you, make sure it's done
Ebm
Cb
I know you waitin', gettin' fed up
Be runnin' out of patience
Gb
Just keep your head up,
I told you we'll make it
Db
Can't get my mirrors up,
Ebm
I see too many faces, uh
And them foreigns racin'
Cb
Best make it coun t,
make sure it's no time wasted
Gb
I beat the churches for my team,
that was a great win
Db
Lose when you gave it
everything that's hard to take in
Ebm
Cb
Gb
Uh -uh -uh
Db
You
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