Verse 1
Em
D#dim
Cdim
I
Em
told em,
Am
I ain't for play, my homies is spray,
Em
you can get shot in your face,
Am
any time of the day, city or state,
C
Am
Em
get your life taken away,
when all the smoke clears,
Am
you done with your tears,
Em
hope you got prayers to say,
cause we gone be here,
Am
going nowhere, you gone die
Em
I don't pop shit, I make enough noise,
come through with them big boys
Am
Playin' with big toys,
Em
the beef that we avoid
But that don't mean that we
ain't ready for warfare,
C
no sleep, we pause
Em
In the bip -bop bottles,
fuck with a few models
Puff -hairs, spin -casts,
they callin' me Aristotle
It's like we hit the lotto, so much cake
Can't wait to live in this place
Am
where no one hates
Em
I guess when you're rich and grown,
people bitch and moan
Am
Em
Not to sound cliche, dog,
we'll stick to stones
I break bones,
but your words don't hurt me
Shoot your block up out your skin
And yo' B .I. trying to lurk me
I go get it, I stay with some big plans
Got room through the gangland
Am
Em
with a cig in my waistband
Now what you gon' do?
I'm all in your face, fam
Am
Put some iron in your diet,
now how does it taste, fam?
Em
Am
You know I'm told I ain't for play,
no movies to spray
Em
You get good shot in the face
Am
In the time of the day, the city of stay
Em
Get your life taken away
With all the smoke clears
Am
Em
Done with the tears
C
Hope you got prayers to say
Cause we gon' be here
D#dim
Going nowhere
Cm
C
Em
You gon' die right where you lay a
bitch ass nigga to a straight nigga bitch
And I'm just doing good
Am
so imagine if I was rich
Em
All the hate intensify
Rumors spread round
You want the king spot
C
Em
but not the thorns in the crown
So I gotta keep it hoodie
Soldier so bully in the 40's
so fully, auto, that it's frightening
Am
it's something like a secret indictment
Em
it's like when the gavel slams down
hammer slam around
and the body slam the ground plus,
half y 'all dudes on a conquest
doing girly shit,
C
Em
having staring contests
yeah, that's why I gotta expose you
and check you like a real
G supposed to plus,
no coming back from the case,
pray no saving them,
Am
so just let them lay
Em
Am
Told em, I ain't for play,
my homies are sprayed,
Em
you could get shot in the face
Am
Any time of the day, city or state,
Em
get your life taken away
When all the smoke clears,
done with the tears,
Am
C
hope you got prayers to say
Cause we gon' be here,
D#dim
going nowhere,
Cdim
B
Em
you gon' die right where you lay
Let Em Lay
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