Тональность: B minor
Verse 1
Bm
G
A
F#m
Yeah,
Bm
G
A
F#m
look
Verse 2
Bm
Always wanted me a Cutlass,
G
huh, with the bucket seat
A
F#m
Always grew up hustling, gettin' money,
A
the hood showed love to me
Bm
All my young niggas sprayin',
G
so on my side, this shit get ugly
A
F#m
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
Bm
Always on my dick,
G
Bm
bruh, you don't love me
A
F#m
Always callin' me big
A
bruh, and you don't know me
Bm
G
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
A
F#m
I can't count this shit up,
Verse 3
G
play
for the Knicks
F#m
A
Started servin' these J's nicks
F#m
Off the porch to the pavement
A
Bm
I was broke, I was takin' risks
G
Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
A
Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
F#m
So we was always takin' shit, uh
G
Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack,
A
it wasn't much, but I had it
F#m
Work the block, no, beat the block all night,
Bm
girl, I'm Michael Jackson
G
Uh, I ain't gotta sell drugs no more,
A
baby girl, I'm brackin'
F#m
I ain't gotta sell drugs no more,
Bm
baby girl, I'm crackin'
G
Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
A
F#m
I hate that you turned your back on me, I
had way too much love for you, yeah
Bm
G
I see that you fallin' back from me, huh,
A
ain't no more askin' me, yeah
F#m
Ain't no more cappin' me
Verse 4
(nah), can't get no cash from me
Bm
Always wanted me a Cutlass,
G
huh, with the bucket seat
F#m
A
F#m
Always grew up hustling, gettin' money,
A
the hood showed love to me
Bm
All my young niggas sprayin',
G
so on my side, this shit get ugly
A
F#m
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
Bm
Always on my dick,
G
bruh, you don't love me
A
F#m
Always callin' me big
A
bruh, and you don't know me
Bm
G
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
A
F#m
I can't count this shit up,
Verse 5
Bm
G
Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me,
look at what love did
F#m
the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
A
Bm
I been to the pen', got tough skin
G
I run with the real, so what then?
A
I hope he don't fold when he
go up the road
F#m
Send money for soap, enough, yeah
Bm
And I'm on the road to riches
G
Money attractin' these niggas and scandalous hoes,
A
already knowin' the business
F#m
Doin' the best we can, we pickin' up cans,
A
Bm
one of the strongest members
G
One of your partners went dig in your pockets,
A
you say you ain't got it, he throwin' a triple
F#m
All in his feelings, he making these songs
Bm
and disses, still I control the city
G
Bruh, he gon' touch your soul,
A
get rid of the coldness in it
F#m
Learn to control my feelings
Bm
I let it go and I got me a load delivered
D
G
Got me some soldiers,
makin' 'em do what I showed 'em
A
That's how you 'posed to get it
F#m
Not ashamed to say I'm
Verse 6
afraid to get close to niggas
Bm
Always wanted me a Cutlass,
G
huh, with the bucket seat
A
F#m
Always grew up hustling, gettin' money,
the hood showed love to me
Bm
All my young niggas sprayin',
G
so on my side, this shit get ugly
A
F#m
You ain't stand up for your mans, so don't be lyin',
talkin' 'bout you gon' thug for me
Bm
Always on my dick,
G
Bm
bruh, you don't love me
A
F#m
Always callin' me big
A
F#m
bruh, and you don't know me
Bm
G
Oh, I can't make this shit up, trust me
A
F#m
I can't count this shit up,
G
Yeah,
Verse 7
Bm
D
A
F#m
that's that gun
Bm
smoke
Outro 1
G
Bm
D
A
F#m
Bm
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