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Intro 1
(G major) (A minor) (G major) (A minor)
(G major) (A minor)
The game has (F major) been
Verse 1
a bitch to me
(A minor) But I don't sweat (G major) (A minor) it,
won't let it get to me
I keep it push (F major) in',
smokin', gettin' fetty
Pre (A minor) parin' for the big (G major) leagues,
I'm just gettin' ready
I'm (A minor) heavy in the streets,
I get to (F major) the Gouda (A minor) Northwest (G major) railin',
(A minor) everything I do is goober
Shooters on the roof like rangers, man
Cause I'm into drug trafficking
(G major) and reindeer games
(A minor) My transactions are bigger than life
When (G major) I die,
I hope (A minor) I'm forgiven by Christ
I'm fly, like (F major) pelican feathers
I (A minor) lived it,
so I couldn't (G major) see you tellin' it better
I know, (A minor) the haters are gonna hate (F major) (A minor) this
(G major) I grind, (A minor) like voters on a break disk
I fuck with (F major) the real,
I can't stand a fake bitch
(A minor) So every day,
(G major) I'm focused on my cake flips
(A minor) We in (G major) this bitch for the long run
Big (A minor) bands are huntin',
my lil' man's a runnin'
Got a problem, it's nuttin',
it's not a lil' man's a gunner
Hit him up like Dracula,
stick fangs in your hummer,
nipper, what?
We in this bitch (G major) for the long run (A minor)
(G major) Big (A minor) bands are huntin',
my lil' man's a runnin'
Got a problem, it's nothing,
it's not a little man's a gunner
Hit em up like Dracula,
stick fangs in your hummer
Nigga, don't just slide
and hit the corners,
make the moves like a boss
Shit, (G major) I (A minor) do it for the profit,
south dodge of the loss
See these niggas be talking (F major) bags,
I don't see it in they walk
Or they (A minor) ice whip a chain
(G major) and I don't see it when they pop
(A minor) For me it's blow cash,
your brain's the only thing after the dog
So I'm late, (G major) low in (A minor) the sun,
probably blowing my heart
So yeah, this is just a (F major) letter,
from a real (A minor) one to (F major) your moms
(A minor) I've doing this shit forever,
(G major) me and these streets will never part
Yeah, (A minor) I'm back from vacation,
let's get him in line
I ain't never left (G major) the seat,
(A minor) shit, I just had to recline
Real boss, nig (F major) ga,
you can never take my shine
Two (A minor) of your killers will kill you
(G major) be fore you break that line
Niggas (A minor) think when I'm smilin'
that everything's sweet
Then they look in (G major) my eyes
and real (A minor) ize that everything beats
Ain't no playin' no (F major) game,
boy, froggy gon' leap
(A minor) And the chopper come out,
hell (G major) yeah, froggy gon' beat
We (A minor) in (G major) this bitch for the long run
Fake (A minor) fans are huntin',
my lil' man's a runnin'
Got a problem, it's nuttin',
it's not a little man's a gunner (G major)
Hit him up like (A minor) Dracula,
stick fangs in your hummer
Nippa what?
We in this bitch for (G major) the long run
Big (A minor) bands are huntin',
my little man's a runnin'
Got a problem, it's nuttin',
it's not a little man's a gunner
Hit him up like Dracula,
stick fangs in your hummer
Nippa what? (F major) (A minor) (G major) (A minor)
(F major)
(G major) (G major) (A minor) You (F major)
(G major) (A minor)
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