Key: F# minor•
Intro 1
F#m
D
A
F#m
C#
F#m
D
F#m
C#
F#m
D
F#m
C#
Bm
F#m
D
F#m
C#
Verse 1
F#m
young,
I wanted to be manned up the house, have a car, get to
Vanessa
Williams,
E
F#m
ask my spouse, a dog in the yard,
to protect the premises, fuck good times, don't talk
F#m
Go bedroom, home white, trample green.
I be a doctor, regular
American dream.
E
F#m
I go to col lege,
obtain some knowledge and a degree.
I go to
Stanford,
CSUS and maybe
E
UCB.
try to pass the bar.
Mike
J.
Getting paid for a game I like
which will I choose?
Pursuing my dreams and I'm
I'ma buy her a house too
Look out for my sister, the first thing
no more apartments full of roaches
We'll have the best of everything,
at least that's what I'm hopin'
E
F#m
So in the innocence of youth, I stand strong
As my future unfolds, I keep holdin' on
E
F#m
Hold on, never let them
Bm
F#m
D
Hold on, momma, all my love's for you
B
F#m
But hold on,
Bm
F#m
D
Hold on, mama, all my love's for you
B
F#m
Hold on
It's gettin', it's gettin' kinda hectic
Cause life is in the dough,
mouths to feed
Everybody ask for what they want,
I was mistaken
Thought my folks would have my back,
Tryna have more than a
dollar in my wallet
E
F#m
Fucked around and got a girl pregnant
My baby won't be neglected
the way my daddy did me
E
F#m
All of my dreams turn to nightmares
And if I tell you about it, maybe you might care
I got a
E
F#m
Mexican girl preg nant,
but she got abortion
Said I wasn't disciplined,
didn't have caution
She told me I would be dead
before next autumn hits
I disagree,
E
F#m
but maybe she's right in a sense
Cause I'm a
G until the day they put me in a crypt
E
F#m
No bullshit, whore liv
in' got me on one
Until the day I
D .I .E.,
I'ma be holdin' on
E
F#m
Standin' strong, hold on
C#
B
F#m
Dead for years, hold on
B
F#m
But hold on
A
C#
Soul's gone, on the inside of me
B
F#m
Dead for years, hold on
C#
B
What's a thug to do?
I got a call from my sister,
it's my birthday again
E
F#m
I barely no ticed,
dude's father lied for murder on
Thanksgiving
but it's too hard to be layin' in it
Fightin' the drama,
can your son get a visit?
I'm feelin' a little depressed,
out beyond belief
So much weight on my chest,
daily I'm missin' the streets
E
F#m
Got me stretched out like a
pregnant lady's belly
X -rayed it, it stagnated
and it's drivin' me crazy
E
F#m
I created this situation,
I know that's the truth
No father figures in the ghetto,
but that ain't no excuse
E
F#m
Mama, excuse me, be happy, please
Feel like my soul's gone
Pray for your only son
Need to be strong
E
F#m
And hold on
F#m
A
Soul's gone
Bm
F#m
Hold on
B
F#m
But hold on
F#m
A
No father figures in the ghetto,
B
F#m
Mama, excuse me, be happy, please
C#
B
love be strong, but hold
F#m
D
Stretched out like a pregnant lady's belly
B
F#m
I created this situation,
I know that's the truth
D
A
Don't bother niggas in the ghetto,
B
F#m
D
Mama, excuse my behavior, please,
look like my soul's gone
A
C#
Pray for your only son,
B
Bm
F#m
D
F#m
C#
it's to be strong and hold on
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