Key: A minor
Verse 1
G
A
Bm
A
G
A
Bm
A
I do this for the
G
block,
A
I do this for the hood
Bm
I do this for the streets
cause the streets keep me good
A
G
A
I do it for the hustlers, I do it for the thugs
Bm
I do it for the G's
A
cause the G's show me love
G
A
I came in the gang 17 real loud
Bm
Only thing on my mind
A
make my momma proud
G
Started rockin' crowds,
gettin' dough from
A
Bm
And as the fame rose,
then came the hoes,
A
G
then came the clothes,
A
then came the cars
Bm
Next thing I know, I'm a ghetto superstar,
A
G
so here come the haters
A
Travelin' by the packs,
Bm
but never mind them,
A
G
cuz, uh, bitch, I'm back
A
I pour up a cup, fill the streets with good
Bm
and fired up so I can gather my thoughts
G
A
More money, more problems,
Bm
they say that's how it is
when you live like a boss
A
G
You see, I've been goin' on my
A
grind for some time
Bm
And the streets thought a nigga fell off
A
G
But if I decide not to
A
rhyme no more rhymes
Bm
I'ma still be well off
A
G
Cause bitch, I'm back, a born boss
A
Got nothin' to lose,
Bm
still shinin' in the game
A
G
Got nothin' to prove, got rich,
independent,
A
didn't need no deal
Bm
Had pa per before I signed,
didn't need no meal
A
G
A
Got hustlers on the side, I ain't got to rap
Bm
And if I don't have a spell,
I still got the trap
A
G
I don't fuck with you rappers,
A
y 'all fake to me
Bm
I don't fuck with you majors,
y 'all snakes to me
A
G
I don't care about fame,
A
fuck being a star
Bm
Let them take all the pictures,
just give me his car
A
G
Then give me his house
A
and his watch and chain
Bm
On the bank account,
credit cards jot my name
A
G
A
But I guess one come with the other
Bm
A
So here I go, I'm a writing rap hustler
G
A
I'm too blessed to complain about that
Bm
So where I gotta sign, take your pictures
A
G
Cause bitch, I'm back
A
Ho up a cup, fill the swizzle with good
Bm
and fire it up so I can gather
my thoughts
G
Let's get high
A
More money, more problems,
Bm
they say that's how it is
A
when you live like a boss
G
You see, I've been going on my
A
grind for some time
Bm
and just reached all the niggas fell off
A
Hell nah
G
A
But if I decide not to rhyme no
more rhymes,
Bm
A
I'ma still be well off
Cause bitch I'm
G
A
They say truth for hits so fuck it,
Bm
I'ma go and keep it 100 for the public
A
G
I dropped already platinum,
A
but it only sold gold
Bm
And niggas lookin' at me
A
like I sold my soul
G
A
Cause I'm rappin' with P and not Mr. Lee
Bm
But when you on your grind,
A
sometimes you can't see
G
A
Before Mike came a power sign
Bm
I was at Interscope tryin' to find my mind
A
G
Still tippin', wasn't poppin',
A
three kings just dropped
Bm
And I'm an underground artist
tryin' to get on top
A
G
A
So I listened to my label, plan to break X
Bm
And learned a whole
lotta game from that
A
G
A
Just stay true, my nigga, and do you
Bm
And fuck what another tryna
tell you to do
A
G
Continue to spit facts,
A
you can bump in them lacks
Bm
And oh yeah, this a lead track,
A
G
bitch, I'm back
A
I to hoe up a couple of streets
Bm
so it could divide up
So I can gather my thoughts
A
G
Let's get high
A
More money, more problems,
Bm
they say that's how it is
when you live like a boss
A
G
A
You see, I've been goin' on my grind
for some time
Bm
And the streets thought a nigga fell off
A
G
A
But if I decide not to rhyme no
more rhymes,
Bm
I'ma still be well off
A
G
A
Cause bitch, I'm back
Outro 1
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