Тональность: B minor
Verse 1
F
G
F
G
Yeah,
Am
F
G
right back at you with a classic,
Am
F
G
highly prescribed, certified for the masses
Am
F
The most famous for war re port, club bangers,
blowin' the stainless
G
Am
Gangsters leave you brainless an d nameless,
F
Dm
no credibility, shameless
F
G
every nigga spittin' mall killer?
Am
The fans can't separate the
F
fake from the realest
Straight outta
Am
And we be the illest,
F
G
so y 'all gots to feel us
Am
F
G
Am
Flow ice and wits, but that shit is corny I'm still in the streets,
F
I don't want the feds on me
G
Moms used to warn me, as a little nigga
Am
Tryna get a little bigger,
Dm
wanna get a little richer
Am
Y 'all get the picture,
F
G
I drop another scripture
Am
Nigga, when if it fits ya,
F
I'm bound to get with ya
Like, bop, bop, bop, let's ride,
Am
F
Now come on, just ride with me,
Am
All my thug niggas livin',
G
so let's do it to death
Am
How many bitches wanna
rock with me?
G
Garage shot, yo, mami, wrap my set
F
if you really wanna rock with me
F
I'm a thug till I hug the sky
G
Am
Don't get it fucked up,
Don't get it fucked up,
Am
The streets know me, can't live it
F
Dm
I just need a mail ticket
Am
Every now and then,
F
slide through the hood
G
Am
And just kick it, fall back, ma
F
Don't compare me to these rap dudes
G
Bow down, analyze scars in my tattoos
Am
F
When I ask you, is you ridin'?
It's a wrap
Am
One hand on my gat,
F
G
other hand in your lap
Am
While you swervin' my beat,
OG,
Mach
D,
Galaxy or
QB
G
Am
Snatch you up out the hood,
F
Dm
bring you back when I'm good
Am
You know how I flow,
F
G
everything's overstood
Am
F
My game's supernatural, like
Santana's
If she pop
G
X, then you know what the plan is
Am
F
I take em thick, combres, even bandanas
Am
Exotic shit, thug love,
F
G
sex under cameras
Am
Slide with a nigga,
F
just ride with a nigga
When you feelin' low,
G
I know you could confide in a nigga
Am
The best of the block thugs,
No love for these cowards,
G
blow slugs at the cops
Am
F
Come on, let's rock with me,
Am
All my thug niggas livin' it,
G
let's do it to death
Am
F
Come on, if you just wanna rock with me,
then let's step
G
Garage shotgun, mami, rep my set
Am
F
Come on, if you really wanna rock
G
Am
with me, then let's ride
F
I'm a thug till I hug the sky
G
Am
Don't get it fucked up,
Don't get it fucked up,
Am
Try to avoid the hatred,
Dm
cause ain't nothing sacred
Am
F
G
I had that ass tied in a warehouse naked
Am
I'm all about my papers,
F
a crib with some acres
This game,
G
I'ma take it, as big as I can make it
Am
And when I come up,
F
Dm
watch them all fade off
Am
F
Artists get dropped,
Am
Cause y 'all cowards ain't built
from the shit I'm made of
F
Niggas stay on your side
Am
But if you cross lines,
Dm
then I blow straight slugs
Am
Till I draw blood,
G
cause you know I'm straight thug
Am
You don't wanna get plugged,
Mopti on the def, shit is raw,
Am
Come on, little daddy,
F
Cause world in the streets,
that's you lookin' for me
G
Am
When you know I blow toxic,
Niggas don't recognize till
G
they get they top clip
Am
F
G
on, just rock with me, let's rap
Am
All my thug niggas livin' it,
G
let's do it to death
Am
F
Come on, bitches wanna rock with me,
then let's step
G
Garage shotgun, mami, rep my set
Am
F
G
Come on, if you really wanna rock with me
F
I'm a thug till I hug the sky
G
Am
Don't get it fucked up,
Don't get it fucked up,
Am
G
Am
F
Come on
G
Am
G
Am
F
G
Am
F
G
Am
F
G
You
Am
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