Key: A minor•
Intro 1
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Am
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Am
Verse 1
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I took a shot,
trying to keep on breathing
dressed in all black, uniform for dirt
Choking on a reefer stick,
Infliction of paint, blood
stained upon the windowpane
Put in work?
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B
Was it somebody I did the
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Am
B
Am
Veins feel like they're pushing over canes I'm slipping away into a coma,
I'm slowly feeling that I'm a goner,
A
please to
God
Lil
Rob or the one who dies?
God up there in paradise
Am
that's when he crept I slipped up and left him for dead
direct to the chest and neck flesh
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Am
Fled the suspect into the dark
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without determining my fate
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I know it's too late, but I shouldn't have been the sitting
slumped over sober plasma
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A
I can hear him speak before he shot
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Dsus4
Put that on, front of the neck now, let it loose and
Am
F
hella gunpowder like y 'all
A
The rhythm of the concert, strutting into vibes,
B
I've been trying to paramedics to get louder
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Am
On the scene, friends and family weeping, not
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A
Suddenly my eyes click wide,
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A
I'm dreaming just like I wanted to be
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B
F
me when I'm alone
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Am
Many circumstances in my life
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B
Bm
Sometimes I feel and notice that the
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B
F
Am
F
world is so cold
Am
F
Follow behind me tryna fuck all my hoes ass nigga
E
B
my money is longer so my dick is bigger
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A
with a attitude like rude nigga fuck you,
Am
F
did all I could about that ass, got to the
E
F
point that if I see you on the street I just might smash nigga,
Bsus4
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E
tryna see me nigga, I'm thick dick full of grit with a red nose pit,
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B
Am
F
you bite the hand that feed you and I didn't need you, if you
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F
A
Am
D
I put your body in a knapsack,
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Am
Like a rubber band nigga now,
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Am
I'm loaded, can't trust a nigga
Hit off the endo everyday knew my fears
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B
And he was around when I was blood,
sweat and tears
F
A
Let a nigga know,
Nova
C
Am
You got your glory,
F
Am
hatin' motherfuckers
browns for the
that's real
B
Bdim
And for the money I kill, steal
Mr.
Nowhere
To
Be
Revealed
E
F
Tryin' to get that gil
split open
Speezy
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Ace,
E
Bdim
Parcellini, mob styl in' in ghetto cars
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B
Bullet holes up in my hookie,
but a nigga ain't trippin'
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A
Am
Don't make me nut up like semen
if I lay my motherfuckin' probation
Bdim
not shoot you bitches up in the face
smothered like nuclear waste
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E
Embracin' niggas with this chrome 45,
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it's
smokin'
B
F
Fuck it, nigga, I never loved ya
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Am
Got the white chalk, circle, and shell
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F
Didn't have a chance,
with my money
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Am
Nigga, I told you to turn it down, but you
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B
Now take a look at yourself now
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Am
With your corpse full of hoes,
lookin' at your body, out your body
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Am
You broke the shit in yourself,
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Am
Fucked around and had to face
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Am
the consequences of death
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Am
Don't be no bitch now, nigga,
C
B
1, 2, 3
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Am
Say goodbye to the bad guy,
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Am
Sometimes I sit and thought
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B
F
of me when I'm alone
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E
F
me see I could be gone
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B
Sometimes I feel and know that
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B
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Am
the world is so cold
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Am
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F
Things, things be dramatic
you
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsF Am A B Dsus4...
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