Key: D# minor•
Intro 1
Abm
Ebm
Abm
Ebm
Verse 1
cold hearted and curious
To the streets,
gotta eat with every part
Holdin' guns for reasons,
All about the love until the slugs hit me
Chokin' on air,
gaspin' and I hope I'm alive
Ebm
Chalk my sneakers, shit, even chalk my hat
Is this the path to the pearly
gates?
I'm walkin' back
Cb
Abm
when they sprayed this bitch?
I ain't ask for this life, I was gay to shit
Is it wrong packin' my heat
I'm tired,
on my tombstone and graded shit
Bb
Cb
Abm
I'd die if you take this from me
I'm hungry, so I robbed,
tryna make this money
If that's a sin,
So touch me lord
and keep me in your eyes at night
Cb
Abm
they don't walk back to me
Talk to my laws
and they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms
Damn, I think I'm dead yo,
I might be dead yo
they don't walk back to me
Talk to my mom,
then they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms,
Damn, I think I'm dead,
y 'all I might be dead,
codeined out IVs in my veins
like I'm coffeined out
But I can't talk to nobody or be myself
my mother's cheek
Droppin' on my arm
when she tell my little brother I'm sleep
I try to feel her and touch her,
Well, it surprised my pops
when they say I just got killed
Abm
Ebm
Shed some light on me, Lord,
Put something in my heart
and let me breathe again
Cause it's just the little tiny
And I ain't playing no more,
I don't need the game
fight the war of life
You got a lost soul, nigga,
then get yours in crime
Cause I'ma take mine when I wake
Give me my soul back,
please,
let me enjoy my life
they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't
talk back to me
and she walk right through me
Damn, I think I'm dead y 'all,
I might be dead y 'all
they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and
they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms
Damn, I think I'm dead y 'all,
I might be dead y
I'm in a casket, they just did surgery
I'm watching how they murdered me
Ebm
My little brother think I'ma pull through
And grandma I know, you know
It ain't no way I can fool you
Now she can see me clear,
tryna touch me
Mother thinks she fuckin' with the kids
Ebm
Just when you look back, it was a memory
I don't want y 'all to
mourn my boy's shit
Hard, legal, or illegally
Nigga got his get his chips,
either way you read with me
Hit me, prayin' to God
So the demons won't come and get me
It ain't no slippin' when
you thug for life
Ebm
Unh, fold my arms, I don't love this life
It ain't no slippin' when
you thug for life
Abm
Call my kids, they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs
and they don't talk back to me
Damn, I think I'm dead, 'all,
I might be dead, y 'all
Abm
Call my kids, they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't
talk back to me
Tryna hug my moms
Damn, I think I'm dead, y 'all,
Abm
Ebm
I might be dead, y
Abm
Ebm
Abm
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
All around the third line,
oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAbm Ebm Cb Bb Gb
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