Тональность: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
C
Am
Fuck these white
Em
Am
shirts and this set of keys
Em
Am
All these years in the pad
got me livin' like Donna, a sexy beast
C
Am
Em
Accept me please,
Am
I got it crackin' on the landing
You know I had to set the scene,
I live a nightmare
I don't get to dream,
to tell you I still get to sleep
Em
Fact, I ain't weak,
basicer than years,
you ain't even on a week
She told me you're a creep,
C
Am
she told you I'm a freak
She started laughing,
C
I want pics of her feet,
she said I wrote my treat book
Em
Am
Em
Let me get back to this crazy stuff,
you cry if you're seeing this stuff
Am
C
Bloody pads were getting fished,
said to clean it up
Am
I'm hot headed, no fucks,
turn the meter up
G
One bit of cheek and I'll
When we get spun there's no
wheeling up
Pissed off, forgot my weed took
C
G
Down the block, no choice,
he had to read book
F#m
F#
E
We don't speak no more,
Em
so when I see him,
he's fucked 22 reckon,
Em
Am
Shoulda nev er choose left
and it could be you next
He was real treach, babies,
not a more, not a less
C
If you ain't sure, you should step, gang,
G
it's war on the ends
Em
I'd be a killer for my friend
I never woulda snitched
Am
and I still ain't gonna bend
My name's on their lips
but they still ain't gonna send
I put this hammer in your mouth, bro,
repeat what you said
C
G
R -E's one of them, uh
Am
Em
Am
Em
Corn's gonna fly,
Am
Em
hope it reach one of them, uh
Am
Em
Am
Honor works, don't speak, holla flex,
got a G for the stick
But we beat the attempt,
bittersweet though, I guess
C
Em
Here we go again, uh
Am
It's got me stuck up in the trenches
Bitches on my case,
Am
Em
Am
but I still swear they're in my DMs
Yo, in the green,
they was cooling with the rejects
C
The first trip landed burned,
I'm from a place where they're shooting
C
and they're stabbing
Em
C
Am
And they glamorize and trapping,
C
and they do it like it's fashion
Am
When you get trapped,
they forget to send you cash in
trying to pack and get a pack in
Em
I can tell you what it's like,
Am
Em
I done ten bag slashings
Am
C
Eight bag slashings, money low,
I have to ration
Am
They might put you in the spares,
so fuck about when you get lashings
C
Sugar in the kettle,
Em
that's a different type of splashing
Am
Big shanks like Aladdin,
Em
C
I seen shit you can't imagine
Em
C
Three months in the block,
with a DAB dabbing
Seen people cut the wrist
Am
and hear the screws start laughing
G
Feel shit, no blagging,
Em
fuck jail, no bragging
Feed the G's like a wagon,
Em
Am
C
Brody sent me to the sticks
Spit fire like a dragon
C
I done Eve after Eve still,
I don't know Adam
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