Key: E minor
Verse 1
you'll turn into a zombie!
Hold their hands high,
Gm
Dm
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
Gm
Dm
but be trappin' for food
Gm
Dm
Gm
Cm
Dm
reminiscent of poltergeist
Things'll get better,
Dm
A
heard that all my life
Jamila from the third floor,
Gm
the bitch suck with all the might, alright
went all night with the 3rd floor hoe
distributin',
better than crooks with cabbage
Dm
fuck lookin' average, stay fly till I die
yes, I'm stuck with lavish
Dm
I be dumpin' metal the short bus at 2 .30,
Gm
Dm
Cm
man I'm somethin' special
Dm
stop and flee
What's next?
Them niggas call the cops on me
Dm
We kicked it like the soccer league, she I
I'm like Socrates, squares in my circle,
now my triangles are societies
Cm
Dm
Mission impossible, nah, not even probably
Dm
Gm
the prophets say I'm a prophecy
Feds with binoculars,
and Miss Rose apartment taping us
How foul is she?
Me, Nicki or Valerie,
Gm
Dm
I like Mickey and Mallory
Dm
Gm
Dm
Oh yeah, because of our kids
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsA Gm Dm Cm
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