Key: D major•
Verse 1
know what I'm saying
So I been telling this niggas mayne
Shit ain't a game mayne
You know what I'm saying
Shit definitely real
G
F#m
Yeah
Verse 2
Aiyo, Queens get the money,
long time no cash
when the guns go blast
I had to think fast
he pull out his heat last
I'm tryna tell these young niggas
"Queens niggas don't play
kid, stay outta my way"
Verse 3
in New York state
off a platinum plate
and tries to relocate me
but they can't deflate me
F#m
'Cause having cash is highly addictive
to have no money to live with
look at my life as a whole
it seems the devil done stole my soul
Verse 4
not helping ya
G
Bm
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
cousin?) I can't cope
shorten my rope
Verse 5
Niggas can't fuck with me!
QB, pushing the Infiniti
come and test me
'cause I'ma blast you
Verse 6
I'm getting on with it
dead and gone with it
F#m
'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore,
Don't make me buck ya, 'cause
You know I flow,
Even pack my gat when
Jump out my hooptie, pass
my gat and my lucci
in case my P.O. try to troop me
Verse 7
with the nice gold medallions
so I escaped, see
making more cream
a natural- born hustler
.44 and bust ya
Verse 8
jacks
'Cause brothers that fake jacks
I feel how I feel 'cause I
brothers is starving
Don't try to find a job, son,
So don't be alarmed when
We supposed to, if you opposed to,
Verse 9
attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth,
Drug dealing,
F#m
only mess with shorties that's appealing
I'm fronting on the world once I
we do it right
Yo, who that? I never seen
Step to his business
Verse 10
grab my pound
My life is on the line,
Can't see myself getting
Ass nigga that ain't even from my town
I started hearing sirens
I stopped firing,
Verse 11
F#m
Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then
"Yo, son, we got beef"
so I solved him
Verse 12
it's time to get paid
already made
ain't no time to be afraid
F#m
G
Bm
Give up the goods or get sprayed
Verse 13
know what time it is
they need to buy a watch, word up
Caught up in the crossfire,
While I be sipping gin straight
in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th Street,
my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real,
Verse 14
but you nameless
First of all, slow down,
you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show
you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothing to play with,
no jokes, no games, kid
For years, I been doing the same shit
Just, drinking liquor, doing bids
Extorting crack heads,
and sticking up the stick- up kids
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