Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Clef
AKA
Preachin'
Son
Even though I walk through the
valley in the shadow of death
I fear no evil when I come
through with the drama king
Let's go
Everybody wanna be
Nino
Brown
They wanna be
Nino
Brown
They wanna be
Nino
Brown
And the fiends they want their
Nino
Brown
They need their
Nino
Brown
Nino
Brown
Nino
Brown
The way he holds her down
When he comes to town
she said, she said tonight that she,
she said she got a bad feeling
That you should not be standing in
Dm
Am
front of the crack building
She said she had a bad dream,
she said she saw
M16
She said she called 9 -1 -1,
you're payin' jakes
Dm
Am
But tonight, I got a bad feelin'
You know you're rollin' killers,
top -notch gorillas
and they gotta eat
But tonight, dog,
she got a bad feelin'
Everybody wanna be
Nino
Brown
They wanna be
Nino
Brown
They wanna be
Nino
Brown, yeah
And the fiends, they want their
Nino
Brown
They need their
Nino
Brown
They crave for their
Nino
Brown, yeah
And the girls in love with
Nino
Brown the way he holds it down when
Dm
Am
he comes in town, yeah
She said she heard gunshots
But she didn't see no faces
She said she saw them running,
Dm
Am
but there's no sign of no footprint
She saw the dark clouds,
Dm
Am
but there's no sign of no rain
Surprised when she saw his flesh,
lying on the pavement
I know you're baking cakes,
you're paying jakes
top -notch gorillas
and they gotta eat
But tonight, dog,
she got a bad feeling
Everybody wanna be
Nino
Brown
They wanna be
Nino
Brown
They wanna be
Nino
Nino
Brown, they need their
Nino
Brown, they crave for their
Nino
Brown, yeah
And the girl's in love with
Nino
Brown, the way he holds her down
Dm
Am
when he comes around, yeah
man, it's like
I pray to
Lord, my soul to keep
I bumped into this youngin',
he like, 18 is okay
It's
Duke
Santos, that'll make some
grams ghost I'm
Dickie
Dove, wintertime with my man's coat
White tan, butter tooth,
seen with them hands sold
Less than a hour,
I let my fuckin' mans know
If y 'all fuckin' hands slow,
y 'all won't see no grams, yo
The strippers,
clocks in the front of the bar
Cannon niggas that blow,
we throw the work under the car
Stop and humble,
y 'all kids still coppin' bundles
With one brick, I turn the block to rumbles
Rap
Philly slash
we're the biggest runners
Drama king, they never knew you
could do these numbers
Bottle under my shirt, they call me
Chris
Tucker
Grands rush for hours like
Mr.
Chris
Tucker
It comes to the point I tuck my raps
Cause rappers are still in bars
Even
Am
Tony
Brax was saying
Jay -Z is still in raps
The rap gang fucked up,
rappers are still in tracks
I ride again, I cry again
But
Bush went to youth to fight
Ben
but got money for war
He the funniest boy
Sooner or later,
they're gonna find a gun in his drawer
I'ma get an office, it's gon' be hard to eat
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