Key: F minor•
Verse 1
Db
Fm
Uh-
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
uh, uh
Ayy
Verse 2
it was nicotine
overdosin' on adrenaline
Like it was lean,
this ain't no summer fling
Know what I mean?
niggas listening
Them boys be talkin' shit, well,
Db
That pistol gleaming in the sun (what you say,
nigga?)
'Cause beef is interesting (the fuck you say,
nigga?)
Fm
A quarter- pounder get a nig ga blown to smithereens (fuck you say,
nigga?)
'bout? And I don't lie
and a lotta pride
I swear to God,
Ab
Db
I cry when I look in my daughter eye
I never taught her how to ride a bike
clownin' on her
around the corner
straight from California
we bag it up, you do the rest
got hip for my nigga, this is it
it, must've prolly hit a lick
Fm
All I do is take my blessings to the strip
Make her flip, no more struggling,
no more stressing
and her daddy need a Buick
ain't that much more to it
and then we lie together
Verse 3
(daddy loves you)
Die together (one day, I'ma
buy you everything you want)
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together (we're gonna
(You're gonna have a big room)
Die together
Fm
Db
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die togeth
er (Daddy gotta go find a real job)
Die together (I'ma drop
you off with Mommy)
Fm
Die together (I'ma pick you up next week,
okay?)
I swear, I hope we fuckin' die together
Db
Three
Verse 4
in the mornin' and I'm wide awake,
yawnin'
Somethin' telling me check
Five missed calls,
Fm
they all from Rallo, right away I check it
tellin' me to call him ASAP
like, what the fuck goin' on?
Ab
Db
He's goin' on about them trees that we sold
and how we need to get low
the streets 'cause they know
belong to us
They wanna sing a song for us
I ain't know it was theirs
Ab
nigga, make sure that you strapped, click
I sat there alone
with dreams of a home
Ab
Db
With picket fence and yard big
enough for Nina to roam
Ab
Db
I need to know (shit)
Few hours pass,
I need to go and pick my daughter up
She tells me, Look for work
I say, "Okay," I strapped the cutie
pie into the baby seat
I drive away and see my distant
future as a married man
no pistols and no worryin'
And he gon' put a ring up on her hand
Verse 5
But I be damned
(Fuck you, fuck you) fuck, fuck, shit
Db
Db
Fuck
Fm
Ah, shit
Nina? Nina? Nina?
Fuck
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsDb Fm Ab
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