Key: E minor
Verse 1
you'll turn into a zombie!
Hold their hands high,
Am
Em
When you hold court in the street,
But we keep fiends
Street dreams
In the rough
Batted up
Sweet dreams
Going to the store to get
I'm not the one, let mom pop ya
half a mil, nine choppers
hypnotist, psychologist
Zanotti my shoes,
But when it's over,
it's over,
toothpaste can't go back in the tube
Am
Em
but be trappin' for food
Am
Em
Am
Dm
Em
reminiscent of poltergeist
Things'll get better,
Em
B
heard that all my life
Jamila from the third floor,
Am
the bitch suck with all the might, alright
went all night with the 3rd floor hoe
distributin',
better than crooks with cabbage
Em
fuck lookin' average, stay fly till I die
yes, I'm stuck with lavish
Em
I be dumpin' metal the short bus at 2 .30,
Am
Em
Dm
man I'm somethin' special
Em
stop and flee
What's next?
Them niggas call the cops on me
Em
We kicked it like the soccer league, she I
I'm like Socrates, squares in my circle,
now my triangles are societies
Dm
Em
Mission impossible, nah, not even probably
Em
Am
the prophets say I'm a prophecy
Feds with binoculars,
and Miss Rose apartment taping us
How foul is she?
Me, Nicki or Valerie,
Am
Em
I like Mickey and Mallory
Em
Am
Em
Oh yeah, because of our kids
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsB Am Em Dm
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