Тональность: Bb minor
Verse 1
A
F#m
When we reach the autumn's end
E
C#m
Will we wish that we could
A
F#m
Laughing in the face of time
If only we knew now what
E
D#sus4
G#
we did then
C#m
Gotta kick this from the heart man
E
C#m
Beat by heart man
Ghost coming out of the bat cave
before I get to the last page
Tryna hurry up,
G#
E
cause I know it's the last days
C#m
Do it for the love,
for the love of the money
Get rich, couple niggas start
huggin' you funny
It ain't a trace, it was replaced by hate
Where the hoodie and the gloves at?
C#m
Show them niggas where the thug at
G#
C#m
Fuck his wife, raise his drug rat,
slug and a stoke at
A
This is sharp, no dull rap
F#m
E
So move on nigga, I'm too high nigga
G#
that'll be the day that you die nigga
C#m
You heard me, you gon' die
cause I'm too live nigga
A
Hour of C in the dark, I'm two eyes, nigga
All the hawk that'll poke out
F#m
C#m
your two eyes, nig ga
I'm young, lit, shot up,
product of society
Contributed and delivered,
described in life's diary
A
Grinding, we don't tire
Words acquired,
it's spitted to its entirety
C#m
I of Cathy like that movie
Fort Apache in the Bronx
Eating on his last piece of conch,
A
crime, all that came to his mind
Bottom line, out of luck,
E
out of buck, out of chuck, stuck in time
C#m
Grab his blick, grab his kicks, anxiety fiery
G#
C#m
Adrenaline, elements, eminent
A
This fella went boom,
stepped out his room, ready for doom
Can't you see, he ain't got no one,
G#
he bout to get freaky
E
C#m
Misery, trickery,
get you smoked like hickory
Better have epiphany,
or get broke like a Tiffany lamp
A
He did, he thought, his kid,
his soul can drip
Knew he had to hold his image,
C#m
now, defensive pain
This is all simply stated,
rather therapeutical
A
It's cool, you have a beautiful life, live on
Try hard, be strong,
why die when you can fly high
G#
E
Ass a bitch on it
C#m
From young niggas shot up,
G#
products in so ciety
C#m
Contributed and delivered,
inscribed in life's diary
It's very special
G#
E
C#m
Had dreams and teams to be born
Backed up and tagged up on the wall
Missed your bitches,
Never got all A's and hustled
the small way
Rockin' them big rings,
C#m
E
did bling to get things to fam
C#m
Even pissed through the gram,
hit school and scram
A
Smoothing my weight,
G#
E
Jews that glow, ghetto dependency
C#m
E
C#m
Eat, sleep, streets, grind, heat
E
Seek and shine and how come
A
rottery?
E
Surrounded by politics and poverty
F#m
E
C#m
You gotta be your way out,
but for what?
Everywhere's corruption, true
The aim is to live comfortable
A
Lifting the formula, as many formulas
Like a hard test,
the process of growing up
C#m
From young then shot up,
E
products of so ciety
C#m
Contributing to living
described in life's diary
A
Grinding, we don't tire,
words acquired
E
F#m
and spit into it's entirety
C#m
From young then shot up,
E
products of so ciety
C#m
Contributing to living
described in life's diary
F#m
E
C#m
A
it's very special
Outro 1
You
C#m
A
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