Тональность: Bb minor
Verse 1
C#m
Gotta take this from the heart, man
E
C#m
Beat by heart, man
Ghost comin' out of the
Batcave
A
Tryna read my book before
I get to the last page
Tryna hurry up,
G#m
E
cuz I know it's the last days
C#m
Do it for the love,
E
for the love of the money
C#m
Get rich, couple niggas
start huckin' funny
It ain't the traces
It was replaced by hate
Where the hoodie and the gloves at?
C#m
Show them niggas where the thug at
Fuck his wife, raise a shrug
Rats a slug and a skullcap
A
This is sharp, no dull rap
E
C#m
So move on nigga, I'm too high nigga, fuck with me,
that'll be the day that you die nigga
You heard me,
you gon' die cause I'm too live nigga
A
Arrow to see in the dark,
I'm too wise nigga
All the hope,
C#m
that'll poke out your two eyes nigga
From young lil' shot up,
father to society
Contribute and deliver the scribe,
then life die every grindin'
A
We don't tire, words are quiet,
he spit it to his entirety
Cathy liked that movie
Fort
Apache in the
Bronx
He didn't know this last
A
piece of conch, crime
All that came to was mine, bottom line
Out of luck, out of buck, out of chuck,
stuck in time
C#m
Grab the split, grab his kicks,
anxiety fiery
Adrenaline, elements, eminent
A
The fella went boom, stepped out his room,
ready for doom
Can't you see,
G#m
E
he ain't no one he bout to get freaky
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 drift
Knew he had to hold his eminence,
now
C#m
Defensive pain digits are
simply stated
They rap therapeutical, it's cool
A
You have a beautiful life, live on
Try hard, be strong,
G#m
why die when you can fly high as a pigeon
E
C#m
From youngness shot up,
E
products of so ciety
C#m
Contributing to living
inscribed in life's diary
A
It's very special, it's very special
G#m
E
C#m
Had dreams and teams to be born
Backed up and tagged up on the wall
A
Mission to misuse the hallways
Never got all
A's and hustled the small way
Rocking them big rings,
C#m
dippling to get things fam
G#m
C#m
Even pistols are gram,
hit school and scram
A
Smoothing my weight,
juvenile tendencies
E
Jews that glow, ghetto dependency
C#m
E
C#m
Eat, sleep, streets, grind, heat
Seek your shine and how to
E
Surrounded by politics and poverty
G#m
E
C#m
You gotta be your way out,
but for what?
G#m
C#m
Everywhere is cor ruption, true
The aim is to live comfortable
A
E
A
Livin' to full it up, as many formulas,
like a hard test, the process of growin' up
C#m
From young then shot up,
E
products to so ciety
C#m
Contributin' to livin',
inscribed in life's diary
A
Grindin', we don't tire, words are quiet,
E
C#m
it's spittin' to its entirety
E
C#m
From young then shot up,
E
products to so ciety
C#m
Contributin' to livin',
inscribed in life's diary
A
It's very special, it's very special
G#m
E
C#m
D -Block
A
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