Key: E minor
Verse 1
you'll turn into a zombie!
Ebm
Cause niggas go to court, take the stand
Hold their hands high,
Abm
Ebm
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
Abm
Ebm
but be trappin' for food
Abm
Ebm
Abm
Dbm
Ebm
reminiscent of poltergeist
Things'll get better,
Ebm
Bb
heard that all my life
Jamila from the third floor,
Abm
the bitch suck with all the might, alright
went all night with the 3rd floor hoe
distributin',
Abm
we taste cut, cook baggin' ain't nothin'
better than crooks with cabbage
Ebm
fuck lookin' average, stay fly till I die
yes, I'm stuck with lavish
Ebm
I be dumpin' metal the short bus at 2 .30,
Abm
Ebm
Dbm
man I'm somethin' special
Ebm
stop and flee
What's next?
Them niggas call the cops on me
Abm
Real estate is great, yes, no monopoly
Ebm
We kicked it like the soccer league, she I
I'm like Socrates, squares in my circle,
now my triangles are societies
Dbm
Ebm
Mission impossible, nah, not even probably
Ebm
Abm
the prophets say I'm a prophecy
Feds with binoculars,
and Miss Rose apartment taping us
How foul is she?
Me, Nicki or Valerie,
Abm
Ebm
I like Mickey and Mallory
Ebm
Abm
Ebm
Oh yeah, because of our kids
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsBb Abm Ebm Dbm
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