Key: G# minor
Verse 1
Am
E
B
Am
E
Em
Am
I
E
Em
remember all them days
when I was shoppin' at Ross
Bm
Am
You can't tell me how to win
if you ain't learn from a loss
I seen homies killin' homies
over feta cheese
no fucks
what you tellin' me
then you an enemy
Now listen up, remember
I was hella close to givin' up
I'ma spark a blended,
and I don't give a fuck
Them fake -ass diamonds in your chain,
you ain't foolin' me
Brody locked down,
And I be on the road with
some big punchers
she better get a plunger
E
Em
Am
I be slyin' round with wrist takers,
they gon' strip some of these
Bitch, you better run, Ricky
guy turn to Miss Piggy
Em
Am
Whole lotta baby mamas
tryna get with me
And I don't bang,
so you can miss him with them politics
it's the same size as Rodney Rich
I'ma face this shit
If he can't break bread,
then he fake one
Em
B
Crack seals off the brick, pour the A1
I'll do the dash if the J's come
Em
Am
And if the opps run up , I'ma spray some
I was hittin' licks just to make rent
how that make sense?
Em
Am
I be known in my city
like I'm Ray Smith
Ayy, lil' bitch, this that go -talk
this that go -talk
Em
Am
Bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan,
Em
B
Ayy, this that go -talk
Em
Am
Ayy, lil' bitch, this that go -talk
And I'm in full speed,
I be movin' hot with that Glock,
I need a cool beat
Em
Am
Only lockin' on you, be back in line,
two to three
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