Key: A minor
Intro 1
Em
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F
Dm
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Dm
Em
Am
Em
C
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Verse 1
C
Em
Now my sunny days is filled with rain
I gotta stay strong, gotta try to avoid the
I'm low to the brain,
G
Dm
gone every time I see your
face I go insane
F
C
Dm
I'm bound to catch a case,
Lord, forgive me cause I'm wrong
Am
Em
got us all givin' in
To crack sales and unprotected sex
C
Dm
I'm out here tryna rap well,
and tryna be the next
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Dm
Am
C
But every morning I wake up, I roll the dice
I'm quick to take lives,
and watch my cake rise
So now I'm on quick to
see the other side die
Dm
in the clink
They've been hit us with everything
but the kitchen sink
Am
Em
one time's worth a line
out on the grind
C
Dm
Hustle for mine, y 'all niggas talkin'
about y 'all gangsters
but y 'all imposter
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Am
Staffers tryna lock me down
send a couple pics here
Love the game but sometimes the game
can get you in the fix
black ain't implemented
C
Dm
Niggas killin' niggas,
we the dead or incarcerated
criminals,
C
Dm
dominoes fall down like janky hoes
Hot wheels filled with enemies,
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operator cars filled with emergencies
Dm
Am
Memories filled with tragedies,
I dare the cake just first to the YGs
We don't need no more dead homies,
25 to life, only 17 with a record life
they sniffed you out
Dm
Am
now you're cryin' to your girl on the phone,
when you should be
we used to kick it like gangstas do
Cause I know you true,
I'm dedicatin' this song to you
Am
Em
This is dedicated to my in the streets
C
Dm
All my niggas in the streets
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Am
Dm
C
Tryin' hard to instill the healthy
got a gator girl in the street
C
Dm
trying hard to reset the clock
Am
Em
got a gator girl in the street
C
Dm
All my demons need me,
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Am
Dm
C
trying hard to reset the clock
G
Em
got a gator girl in the
Dm
C
Dm
street
G
Dm
Em
I never knew a millionaire
Am
Em
who did succeed without some failure
You'll never make it out,
Some call me my first name
instead of calling me daddy
Halfway banging this slanky,
Better dash, trying to find an honest way
to make some extra cash
I'm in a bit of a rush
Dm
C
keepin' all them niggas on hush
C
Em
to my homies' health
Or I can dedicate this to my
C
Em
niggas' wealth
to my damn self
Payin' dues in the game,
stayin' low to the brine
Am
Em
the one who raised me, made me
me up when I fell
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Dm
Am
Dm
Wiped my nose and gave me
Am
C
lunch money for county bed
the hard head made a soft ass
But the game showed me
two quarter peas make quick cash
That shit that'll make you laugh
will be that shit that'll make you cry
Em
and just cause you smoking weed with fools
don't necessarily mean
Dm
C
nig gas got your back
put a cancellation
Em
No benefit to the shit that you do, just pain
P .S. Yours truly,
G
Dm
F
Dm
look to the brain
Am
Em
to the niggas in streets
C
Dm
All my peeps that hit me deep,
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Dm
C
trying hard to reset the subject
to the niggas in the streets
C
Dm
trying hard to resist the struggle
Am
Em
disappointed girls in the street
C
Dm
All my PDAgs compete,
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C
trying hard to resist the struggle
This is dedicated to strangest,
This is dedicated to my
niggas in the clique
This is dedicated to the L .O .C.
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