Key: C# minor
Verse 1
Uh
F
Am
The streets of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty,
and ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete,
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G
Am
C
blasted from the heat
Trying to eat,
day to day livin' with no religion
Luxury cars,
and this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers
don't know what to teach us
They don't get a second look without
them ghetto features
Created so the
non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children
learn the words and say it
Save the monsters,
C
G
but don't nobody know the lord
Am
C
G
Am
Status depends on the
baddest shit you can afford
And look at me I'm in the middle
of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I
need a transfusion
Take it how you want to take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish
from the ones who fake it
and if it comes out raw,
and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-
hop quoteable
Nobody felt what I was feeling
when I wrote this shit
Broke this shit, but that ain't
new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better
To advance,
G
Am
and dig the shit I be saying
You know what might make
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G
Am
what I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one
they see in the mirror
*Talking till the End*
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAm F C G
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