Key: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Bb
what's up? (Yeah, what's up?)
Uh, uh, yeah, let's go
Verse 2
when I see my jeweler (yeah)
Scarface, into livin' life
like a king (yeah)
First they said I wouldn't,
but I knew that I would make it (I knew it)
Copped my first pie, yeah,
Dm
C
I knew that I could bake it (what's up?)
Scarface vision,
livin' life like a king (hey)
Dm
C
Bb
Every day grindin' hard with my team (the Amer
F
Bb
ican dream) (yeah, oh)
Verse 3
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Dm
Bb
That's why I stay spittin' the real
You niggas go 'head and hate
Dm
C
Four car garage for the 'Rari,
I swear them streets get so tricky,
glad I ain't fall for the bait
So focused and I'm determined,
can see that shit in my face
Lil' bitch, ain't shit 'bout me basic
Never let my flaws and my past come
F
Dm
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
Bb
C
First my president was black,
now my president is wack (wack)
Dm
C
Bb
C
I ain't never goin' broke, what's American in that? (hey, let's go) I
Bb
just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (woo)
F
Bb
Get a hard- on when I'm countin'
Scarface, into livin' life
like a king (hey)
First they said I wouldn't,
but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah,
Scarface vision, livin' life like a king
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
Every day grindin' hard with my team
Verse 4
blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Dm
Bb
Then I put it on plate, I'm runnin' the game,
Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally,
Like Pun in the late nineties,
Runnin' from state to state,
gunnin' up ways to safety
I'm on a paper chase,
whatever it takes to make me
silly 'cause how many really get there?
Bb
Dm
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Breezy, turn on the TV,
see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home,
Hopin' one day they can be
the (slide)
Niggas that's there on the screen
Bb
Dm
dream (slide)
Bb
Dm
Bb
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams,
comin' from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watchin' them walk
they no longer care bout the name
White folks been gettin'
rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods,
I don't got time to explain
Bb
Dm
Bb
since preachin' ain't my thing
Dm
C
I just drop a gem or two
within a few verses I sing
Bb
Dm
Bb
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game,
you know that already
Verse 5
when I see my jeweler (woo)
Get a hard- on when I'm countin'
Scarface, into livin' life
like a king (hey)
Every day eatin' good with my
Dm
C
team (the American dream)
but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah,
Am
C
Dm
Every day grindin' hard with my team
Verse 6
Am
Dm
(yeah yuh)
Ten toes ain't for fallin'
Am
C
(yeah yuh)
Tell me if ya all in (tell me
if ya all in)
Dm
C
I gotta feast, I gotta rely on what
is known to the travelin' man
C
Gm
Dm
Bb
rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
Dm
C
I gotta feast, I gotta rely on what
is known to the travelin' man
Am
G
Dm
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand,
oh yeah
Bb
C
Dm
(Cryin', cryin',
Bb
cryin',
cryin')
Outro 1
(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin')
Bb
Am
Dm
Bb
C
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TunerE A D G B E
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