Life chords by The Game
Verse 1
Gm
"My daddy ain't goin' nowhere
Interlude 1
Never"
Gm
G
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
Whether we
Verse 2
dribble out this
D
G
motherfucker
Rap, rock or riddle out this motherfucker
We gon' get up out this motherfucker
Same way that Venus did,
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Serena did, we them kids
Bm
F#m
Whitney was talking 'bout
that's how it was
G
Before my brother caught them slugs and
I watched coroners chalk him out
That ain't my brother in that box,
what niggas talking bout?
Couldn't pallbearer cause I was
F#m
Bm
too weak to walk him out
F#m
And that's real shit,
Verse 3
I'm dedicated
D
G
Like Pac was to Jada before
D
Jada met Will Smith
G
I'm already turnt up,
D
chronic still burnt up
G
Fuck outta here,
F#m
Bm
with all that lean and popping pills shit
F#m
Jump in my Impala get
it hopping with a kill switch
G
I done been around the world,
my life is like a field trip
I done been to Africa,
D
seen niggas in Attica
G
Cops killing our youth,
D
F#m
Bm
these numbers ain't adding up
F#m
Like that white boy
Verse 4
sitting in a prison cell
G
Killed nine people in a church,
how he living still?
I couldn't understand,
I spent hours with Farrakhan
Just begging him to let me be the
Bm
millionth man
F#m
But some of these niggas just make
G
you wanna kill a man
And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan
Separate your body from soul,
soul from Earth
Roll a blunt with your remains
and then ash it in the dirt
Verse 5
Bm
F#m
Listen, you ain't a Christian
G
'cause you go to church
Listen, you ain't a gangster
'cause you got the work
A real gangster's one who take
D
G
care of his whole family
Like me, even though my baby
mama can't stand me
Bm
F#m
Her name tattooed on my neck,
nigga it's branded
G
And my fucking kids tighter
than Ray J and Brandy
Yeah, I give it to you so
you understand
F#m
Fucking bitches took my family
Bm
F#m
D
G
D
Verse 6
G
Bye baby, rock- a- bye baby
No tears or sobs, baby,
F#m
been listening to Nas lately
Bm
And I can't lie, baby,
F#m
been missing them thighs, baby
G
But it's more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton,
baby
It's more to life than tripping on lies, baby
Put feelings aside, baby,
Bm
you Nicki Minaj, baby
G
Verse 7
Bm
F#m
One day we all die, baby
G
So I'd rather go hard,
keep Cali alive, baby
D
G
Yeah, keep Cali alive, baby
Double entendre, nigga that's my baby
Bm
And don't nobody
F#m
father kids like me
G
Word to Kevin Hart,
take care of they rib like me
I made fucked up decisions but
don't let 'em crucify me
I'm still the same nigga on my
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Bm
California ID
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D
Yeah, Compton nigga
G
Blame Dre, it's his fault that
I'm a monster, nigga
I was selling crack in west side
D
Bompton, nigga
G
Yeah I can rap,
but I ain't ask for no sponsors, nigga
Bm
F#m
I was light skin and young
Klay Thompson, nigga
G
Fifteen, had guns like Contra, nigga
Now they call me bipolar, big
contradiction
This The Documentary 2 without
D
Doc's prescription
Motherfucker
Life
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