Тональность: Bb minor
Verse 1
Gb
It's 3am West Coast time nigga
Gbm
Gb
We at Fat Burger
Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers,
nigga
Gbm
Gb
Know what I'm talking about? Ay
Gbm
Gb
She pussy popping pocket watching
F
They call her a thot
Gb
Bad credit cash it out
Fresh up off the lot
Gbm
Gb
Gbm
No back and forth yipping yapping
Gb
F
Gb
Niggas getting shot
10 million, 20 acres
Gb
Flooded out my crib and
F
Gb
Told my jeweller you the illest
Reneg on my contract
F
Gbm
Told my label I don't feel it
F
Gb
Fell out with my partner
F
He mixed friendship with our business
Gb
Broke up with my bitch
F
'Cuz she was too much in her feelings
Gb
I may fuck her friend
F
Gb
F
Fuck it I may fuck her friend
Gb
F
Between me and you
Gb
Gbm
I always wanted to fuck her friend
Gb
If I kill a hater
F
Lord you gotta forgive my sins
Gb
F
That's one fuck nigga you ain't
gotta worry about again
Gb
I'm forever thuggin' I ain't
never changed
F
Gb
F
Gb
In plain colors but forever banging
F
Gb
Blowing money but I'm maintaining
Blowing money but I'm maintaining
F
I got a gambling problem but
Gb
money can't really solve it
Trying to help all the real niggas
Hate to see a nigga starving
F
Hate to see nigga robbing they
Gb
own people shit, disloyal
Bitch trying to give me the
F
pussy for a Birkin bag
Gb
I can't afford you
F
I grew listening to 2pac and that Biggie
Gb
F
Jay- z and that Nas
Gb
No gimmick rappers niggas
F
these rappers had bars
Back when record labels turned real
Gb
niggas into stars, and
F
Sending niggas to Mars, and
Gb
F
Gb
Nowadays the game done got hard
F
Gb
Gbm
F
You get shot that make you hot
But where I'm from that
Before I be a pussy I'd rather
F
rapper had the balls
Gbm
Gb
F
I throw me some guns
Gb
Get myself a charge
Gbm
Never see me do that
Gb
Gbm
Gb
F
I came too far to look back
Gbm
Gb
I did too much to get here
Gbm
Gb
100 grand in one night
Gbm
50k in one flight
Gb
I've been trapping my whole life
Ain't no secret I be thuggin'
Gbm
Gb
Ain't no secret I be hustlin'
Picking loyalty over money
F
Gb
Money orders to my homies
F
Groupie bitches be all on me
Gb
Leave your phones at the door
F
You won't put me on no blog
Gb
F
Once I fuck you gotta go
Gb
F
3am ain't nothing open but IHOP
And a bitch legs, and my trap spot
Gb
I said 3am I'm trapping
And I'm connected to
the plug like a hotspot
F
I'm a grower we don't do droughts
Gb
Birds in the sky we call them iClouds
F
Gb
F
You know the birds fly down south
Gb
F
I took a bitch to eat at Mr. Chow's
I met the plug at Benihanah
Gb
On hibachi grills eating
rice and talking numbers
F
Gb
I don't do no middle men
F
And I don't trust no runners
I'ma pay on time and I won't
Gb
F
never take you under
I'm an OG dope boy
I ain't nothing like these youngins
I don't take the dope I'm selling
Fm
Gb
I won't ever do no telling
Fm
Overnight my pack, yeah,
F
Gb
we call that FedEx
I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talking UPS
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