Key: E minor
Verse 1
Em
G
Em
All these choices
All these choices
Place yourself in my shoes,
see what I see
Instructor from the gun,
I came up so righteously
1993, I'm the captain of the squad
The way I use the ball,
they thinkin' I'm a different card
F
Em
Workin' hard till my grades
F
Em
dreams startin' to leave
F
Em
June 7th, huh, yeah,
G
F
but all the colleges pray I hate it
Em
F
My partner got lucky, drafted to the polls
I heard he bought a fuckin' bowl
F
Em
Some cash money, fast money,
Em
Thought I fuckin' hit my one and only homie,
cuz he struck it rich
F
Em
Fuckin' suck his dick,
My partner
Em
Rick can't wear the sneakers to kick it with this,
F
Em
It's been cool at the time,
F
Em
Some strange things that
came in my hood
F
Em
Everybody that see me keep asking me
What happened homie,
F
Em
you was supposed to be the top bowler
Smokin' the water, then all,
F
Em
can you take a soda?
F
Em
I need a large helping of hope,
F
Em
my daughter don't even know me
And I'm out here sellin' dope,
G
F
Em
see that bitch and that nigga
Em
been a month since I first hit that stick and I can't quit for sure
To the pool and I pull,
A week later,
Em
F
woke up ass -naked off in the tank
don't keep your family fed
F
Em
Listen, I had no voice,
F
Em
I had no choice,
keep your family fed, mama
F
Em
I had no boys,
time I get burned
F
Em
Some may say by now
F
Em
it ain't they concern
F
Em
Don't want me hanging with these
Em
F
Every time my ass is in need,
nobody home,
G
F
Em
Yeah, my life is full of ups and downs,
I'm right back to down and out
F
Em
They should've asked me
G
F
Em
Yeah, am I hit or win or
hit or fuckin' lose
Stupid question, fuck the guessing,
just turn on the damn news
Baby's born into despair
Mommy, poppin' on something big
Crack smoke always in the air
And when they cry,
baby, yeah
F
Em
I can't lie, sometimes I think I wanna die
F
Em
But when I think about my children,
I know that's a damn lie
G
F
Em
The streets done taught
me how to hustle
F
Em
An d every day is like a
F
Em
And I've been doin' it for years, yeah
F
Em
Blood, sweat, and tears tell me
F
Em
F
Em
F
who should I fear
G
F
I had no choice,
Tellin' me, you's a bitch if you
don't keep your family fed
Listen, I had no words,
I'm just another fool in street
Unable to be content with the beat, beat, treat
I had no choice,
it was that nigga in my head
F
Em
Tellin' me, you's a bitch if you
don't keep your family fed
F
Em
Mama, I ain't got no boys,
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEm G F
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