Verse 1
Em
Bm
One of these old days, yeah
Em
One of these old days,
Bm
One of these old days, yeah
Em
One of these old days, yeah
Bm
One of these old days, yeah
Em
Am
One of these old days, yeah
Bm
Em
We ain't gon' have to cry no more
I remember waking up in dope spots,
Bm
seeing that coke rock
Em
Two burners on, cooking in both pots
Back then, I didn't listen
Bm
to teachers,
Em
the only teachers I believed in
were drug dealers that had
new sneakers
Bm
In every hood, people wake up to the bird
Em
But y 'all birds got feathers,
our birds got propellers
So I count all of my blessings I ain't had,
look
Waking up like I done had enough
Bm
Dear Lord, I ain't never had much
D#m
It's sad, but it's the reason
Em
why I'm addicted to a fast buck
Early in life, I used to wonder
Bm
what my dad was
Em
I tried to do the math,
but the numbers didn't add up
So I was left to face the world on my own
But I don't regret nothin'
cause the world made me strong
And everything is cocaine white
Bm
Em
From the coat, to the shoes,
to the shirt,
to the handle of my tool
Bm
I'm a fool, and school was an option
Em
So I'm choosin' this block shit,
pursuin' this flock,
in the mood with profit
Bm
My hustle, million losers,
you couldn't stop it
D#m
Em
And my music, you had to knock it,
Bm
was so active
Em
I got crackin' with the same
Bernard Nipsey
Put a hole in his mattress with
Bm
Going to jail wasn't an accident
Em
If I ain't go to jail
I would've died in an accident
Bm
One of these old days
Em
One of these old days
One of these old days
Bm
Em
One of these days
One of these old days
Bm
Em
Am
One of these days
Bm
We ain't gon' have to cry no more
Em
Alright, look
Been thuggin' since a juvenile
Bm
D#m
Cop race, gun flame,
Em
we rockin' cubans now
Long nights, hard grind,
Bm
and we deserve it, n***a
D#m
Old lady caught the Johnny's,
Em
we'll serve it, n***a
Summertime, high nights,
Bm
but we kep t the heat
D#m
When it was time to go and feast,
Em
yeah, we served the beef
Thunderdogs politickin'
on the back street
Bm
D#m
Yep, I lost a few friends,
and it cut deep
Em
But shit changed, n***a
Bm
Same n****s used to bang
with ya, hang with ya
Em
Sit tin' in the spot, cuttin' dope,
Bm
used to slang with ya
Hittin' liquor, snatchin' purses,
rockin' corollae
D#m
Em
Fold deep in a bucket with a .380
Bm
Black hoodie,
blue rags lookin' real shady
D#m
Ex tra doll turnt up,
Em
somethin' like Lil Shady
Bm
I thank the Lord
that we made it out the struggle
Em
Now our money gettin' bigger on the hood,
Am
we bout to bubble
Em
Bm
Blow the stakes, buy the bundle
D#m
In my team winnin',
Em
we the kings of the jungle
Bm
Understand how it feel,
Em
we don't cry no more
D#m
Em
See the best and worst days,
you gotta strive for hope
Bm
Got a grind for dough,
D#m
Em
and we only catch flights,
we don't ride no more
Am
Em
Bm
All money and business,
we gon' shine for sure
D#m
Em
Nigga, what the fuck you
think we grind for?
Bm
Em
these old days, one of these old
Like one or two bars, girl
One of these old days,
Bm
Em
one of these old days
Yeah
One of these old days
Bm
Em
One of these days
Am
That's what my conscience told me
Bm
We ain't gon' have to cry no more
Em
Am
Bm
Em
Am
Mm hmm, mm hmm,
Bm
D#m
Em
mmhmm
Am
Bm
Just it feels
Em
Oh, oh, oh -oh
Bm
Em
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh -o h
Cry No More
J. Stone, Pacman
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