Key: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Fresh up off the grind and got a blunt
that's full of chronic
Am
Em
Cash down in Southeast San Diego,
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we be thuggin' with a pass
Y 'all still get a laugh,
I'm seein' busted niggas
actin'
Am
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Them niggas who be shootin'
and be missin' when they blastin'
Bitch niggas,
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with a gauge to the face
B
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Got me lyin' in my bed,
thinkin' what the fuck
is really happenin'
Thank God for the struggle,
cause over time, it only amplified the hustle
Am
Em
We gotta make it, and if not,
we gotta bake it
Rappin' in Saran,
hit the block and showcase it
Fat laces, I'ma keep on getting dollars
Am
D
And I vow to keep it
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Put these sneakers to the max, every OG
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D
Give a fuck about a badge,
yeah, they owe me
what a cold piece
really never had the time to shine
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Fat clack nigga,
D
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Niggas vacation in B Dinkins,
San Diego, pretty
the inner city
it is the way to life
another strike
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Don't give a fuck,
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Raised by gorillas,
keep a couple of llamas getting paid though
All my niggas still be squatting in them
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Chevys with hy draulics
Even though they tags inspire
light another swisher with your folks
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We grinding to the gristle round here,
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it's official that I'm here
E
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You probably should get used to me
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But I swear I'ma keep it west coast nigga,
I promise
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every OG
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Give a fuck about a batch,
yeah, they owe me
what a cold piece
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Ridin' through the city till
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Niggas wonder why we stunt so much
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Cause I'm a child of the ghetto,
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really never had the time to shine
Came a long way from the beginning
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Moms and pops stayed on it,
Em
D
Stayin' out at night
Nigga, I be zonin',
thinkin' bout the past
Em
And all that lil' shit we took for granted
things have gotten
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Bm
At least without a
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banger in my pocket
Keep cockin',
this is all that I can figure
Takin' nigga out the hood,
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but not the hood out the nigga
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Take a deep breath,
and then I keep it pushin'
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I do this for D 'Angelo, rest in peace
This industry will never
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get the best of me
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it west coast, n***a
I promise
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Hat back in the lack,
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You don't fuck about a batch,
yeah, they owe me
what a cold piece
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Ridin' through the city till
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Niggas wonder why we stunt so much,
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Really never had the time to shine,
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I promise F -O -G
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Can you feel me?
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And if you hatin' on me
Outro 1
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