Key: A minor
Verse 1
Am
C
G
Am
Well my mama
told me when I was just me
dead -end job
I learned early in life
gotta hustle to survive
and the price is cheap
Am
and I ain't really trying to go back there
I grew up fascinated with
guns and drugs
before I ever knew what it was
and redneck thugs
it was in my blood
Daddy wouldn't stop,
mama got fed up
start a new life up
dreaming of fun in the sun
But she worked all the time,
never had much money
and said I looked bummy
and started doing some things
and polos and baggy jeans
So fresh, so plain,
couldn't tell me a thing
the cops still ran up inside the crib
took me away
and all I can say
Well, my mama told
me when I was just me
this dead -end job,
I learned early in life,
gotta hustle to survive,
and the price is cheap,
Am
and I ain't really tryin' to go back there
I was born in Washington
Mother was left broke to raise me,
Two jobs to buy,
wall in my bedroom
I can hear the cries when I thought
money could replace the tears
and with the devil I made a deal
loving the misbehavior
from cutting coke into Mikey Wade
Now I know, it was the presidents
that had me blinded
the only thing I knew
self caught in the middle of the madness
the more my mind filled with sadness
See the fact is,
I just wanted to make you proud
the one to lay it down
cause you knew I was worth more
Well my momma told me
when I was just me high
dead end job
I learned early in life
gotta hustle to survive
and the price is cheap
C
G
Am
back there
C
You
G
Am
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAm C G
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