Key: G minor
Intro 1
G#m
E
C#m
F#
Verse 1
be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick,
big appetite with a weak stomach
G#m
E
I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish,
Verse 2
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle,
but I just keep stuntin'
30 in the mag, you get body- bagged,
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas,
Verse 3
was schemin'
Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills, I was fiendin'
E
Got a bad bitch, honey skintone, pretty long hair,
she Belizean
C#m
Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you,
Verse 4
G#m
Dysfunctional, I can't show affection,
might bug out for no reason
Really you don't even gotta be here
I done got so used to people leavin'
Then you switched up,
now it's fuck you and I mean it
Verse 5
Man, the whole gang know
how I'm bleedin'
Tryna wake up from them nightmares,
G#m
E
In my past life, did some bad things,
I know karma tryna get even
now I'm speedin'
Verse 6
That broke shit made me sick,
big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga,
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish,
Verse 7
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle,
but I just keep stuntin'
30 in the mag, you get body- bagged,
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas,
Verse 8
Look, these niggas corny,
these niggas can't come on my corner
I'm the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that bitch
every day like a carnival
'cause she wanted one
These niggas nothin' like me,
I am one of one
four hundred, I pay the bond
Verse 9
G#m
Everybody go dumb in this bitch Niggas
hoes and they mama a bitch
In the hood like Obama and shit
Presidential tint, no tellin' who in it
you we winnin'
Different foreign cars,
ain't none of 'em rented
Hundred million cash,
F#
Out in Cali', but my mind in the trenches
Verse 10
Run it up and show love to my city
Never leave 'em, I'm
bringin' 'em with me
Keep a glizzy, it's goin' in with
me, I can't let 'em get me
I'm sorry, I'm busy
Niggas be talkin', but they never do shit
So if it ain't money,
I don't even listen
Verse 11
That broke shit made me sick,
big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga,
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish,
Verse 12
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle,
but I just keep stuntin'
30 in the mag, you get body- bagged,
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas,
Outro 1
G#m
E
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