Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
See your gift gon'
make room for you
Your gift gon' bring you
Am
in front of great men
Dm
Your haters gon' be your footstool
so you can step right up over
Bb
Am
them motherfuckers
Dm
And see the difference
between ordinary and
extraordinary is they extra
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
And them haters gon' go extra hard
to stop you from the start
Am
C
Bb
but you gotta keep going hard
Dm
The only difference is in rich
and poor's information
Am
And I could change a n***a life
Dm
off a conversation
If these n****s stick together,
that's a domination
Steppin' on each other neck,
ain't no ventilation
I'm just demonstratin'
Martin Luther King's dream
Am
Dm
C
Am
I was raised around the gangsters
Dm
and the dope fiends
These n****s raised by,
I mean they seen on IG
Tryna do the right thing like I'm Spike Lee
Am
Dm
And I got an eagle eye on
these coachavochas
Take the face off the snake
Am
Dm
like I'm John Travolta
Stay skin on my Gucci's,
I'm so macadocious
Am
Every day a n***a die,
Dm
I say, Maca don't
C
They tryna turn my sky into a ceiling
Am
G
They tryna turn my
Dm
G
house into a prison
Dm
C
They tryna do they best
to block my vision
Dm
This world so fake,
C
Am
Dm
but I'm the realest n***a in it
C
I'm the realest nigga in it,
Am
this world so fake
G
Am
G
Dm
but I'm the realest nigga in it
C
I'm the realest nigga in it,
this world so fake
Dm
C
Am
Dm
but I'm the realest nigga in it
Am
Unless you grew up under
Dm
terms and conditions
F
And only ate when the EBT balance pending
Dm
If they ain't sellin' crack
Bb
rock or pussy in your building
Dm
Then I ain't gon' expect you
Bb
to feel what I'm spittin'
Dm
Real niggas, real fake niggas everywhere
The character and the heart parallel
In the hood you either die, go to jail
Or you try to find a job
or try to find some dope to sell
Go to prisons
where the gangsta get convicted
But ain't nothing gangsta
being away from your children
Am
Dm
Ain't nothing fun bout
looking at a ceiling
Counting days on the calendar
around a whole bunch of niggas
Richest gangsta as I scrutinize
The mob figures wore a suit and tie
They hated Jesus, so who am I?
C
Dm
Another nigga in the cracker eye
C
Am
They tryna turn my sky into a ceiling
G
Dm
They tryna turn my house into a prison
C
They tryna do they best to block my vision
Dm
This world so fake
C
Am
Dm
but I'm the realest nigga in it
C
I'm the realest nigga in it
Am
This world so fake,
G
Dm
but I'm the realest nigga in it
C
I'm the realest nigga in it
This world so fake,
Dm
C
Am
but I'm the realest nigga in it
Dm
Girl, see trust gets you killed
F
And love gets you hurt
Dm
F
Dm
An d being real,
F
Dm
Bb
that gets you hated
Dm
Am
Dm
Don't trust too much
F
Dm
Don't love too much
Cause that too much can hurt
So much
And see you gotta understand,
you gotta be strong to be alone,
you gotta walk your own way
Real niggas get blackballed
And I don't understand
how these women want real niggas,
but
Everything on them fake
The world's so fake
Everybody's so fake
They faking it till they make it
Dm
Dm
I ain't participating in that shit
Outro 1
We the business
Dm
C
Am
Dm
C
Как бы вы оценили эту песню?
ТюнерE A D G B E
АккордыAm Dm Bb C G...
Больше песен от Nino Brown
Найдите и играйте аккорды для самых разных песен
Результаты не найдены
Связанные песни
Найдите и играйте аккорды для самых разных песен
Популярные аккорды во всём мире
Самые популярные аккорды и табы среди всех пользователей
Новинки
Недавно добавленные аккорды и табы