Key: F minor
Intro 1
Em
C
Em
F#dim
Em
Bm
C
Em
D
Em
Bm
Verse 1
Bm
Yeah,
D
Em
tryna turn a four and a half to a whole thing
Going so hard, it's like I'm us,
I got a clone lane (let's go)
I ain't a player,
Em
The Good Dope Stove, this what they call me
It don't matter what you want hoe,
as long as you call me
D
Em
I'ma get it to you,
your ass on 16 South
Fuck you was thinkin' about,
we don't play this shit in the South
I wish that I can sell drugs without
a weapon on me (well)
But my hommie might be plannin' to pull
his weapon on me (well)
I know the po- po wanna put us where my ground,
where Sandra Ground at
This is the world order,
it's all a part of they plan, Jack
Niggas kill niggas and they're
making us do it
C
Em
Even if we ain't tryna go to war,
they're talkin' us to it
Verse 2
time (one time)
C
D
Without having to say,
Em
Bm
"Fuck somebody" in my mind (in my mind)
once again (once again)
C
D
Em
And ain't gotta worry about
Verse 3
two plus two fuck one time
Em
D
Em
I'm just out here on my grind
Em
Bm
me some change
D
Em
I'm just out here on my grind
Even if I gotta hustle cocaine
D
Em
I'm just out here on my grind
Ain't gon' let the jacker
C
D
s murder me, man
If I'm gon' make a wrongin',
Verse 4
D
Em
Yeah, I can't stand my baby mama,
I'm like most of you nigga
Em
F#m
Em
bullshit like most of you nigga
F#m
Em
Going through it so just your kid
can't be close to your nigga
Mad at me 'cause I be
F#m
Bm
I know you be fucking your home- girl
niggas even worst
Smiling in my Facebook, really
Em
C
Em
My aim forward is the realest
C
Em
number in my contact
Fuck my call log,
D
Em
I ain't callin' none of y'all back
August 9, 2009, y'all know,
y'all should have killed me
Since I'm still living,
1Deep Entertainment,
C
Am
C
Em
I don't need a team, chill
Mrs. Jackie got permits,
I was really trying that
Thought I was living it up,
but I was really dying
Em
Well, I came in the dough, said it before
I never live life with bread, no more
Em
C
you gotta check your hoes
I don't respect y'all hoes
Seeing Thomas was my stalker,
we ain't courting number nine
She was lookin' at my crib,
couldn't believe it was mine
Verse 5
time (one time)
D
Em
Without having to say fuck somebody
D
again (once again)
two plus two fuck one time
Verse 6
Em
grind
I'm just tryna make
Em
D
Em
I'm just out here on my grind
Even if I gotta hustle cocaine
D
Em
I'm just out here on my grind
Ain't gon' let the jackers murder me,
F#m
man
Em
D
Em
I'm just out here on my grind
If I'm gon' make a wrongin',
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