Pops Intro chords by Chippass

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Verse 1
Ab 
 (A flat major) Don't be denied what's rightfully yours,
always let motherfuckers know you are the son of a real one,
a real game giant of that
city of ours.
Because I have earned that right
to be called such
for putting it down the way I did.
See, I was sewn into a
rare fabric of the game
when I was young looking at the fields
of the world
that I see is not around
anymore.
And that fabric, as rare as it was back then,
wouldn't allow just anyone
to be sewn into it,
be it good or not.
One had to earn the game
-affiliated bread
that it takes to be of such,
and be worthy of it
by keeping it thoroughly
real at all times
by honoring those
and paying homage to those
of GameGod's status.
See, the GameGods of yesterday
once showed me the rules of the game,
and paved the way for many
like myself to play in it.
And I have represented them to
the fullest.
You know, I laugh at a lot of cats that I see
who call themselves the
gangsters of today.
Man, they funny, man.
The representation of gangsters like myself
have been disrespected to the fullest
by calling every gray
-haired old nigga an OG
because he has simply aged
over the years.
Niggas need to stop
that, man, I'm telling you.
It should be an honor
to be called an OG.
And you youngsters in the
game today
shouldn't give that title to
every old head
just because he has been blessed
to have grown old.
No, no, being an OG is being a game,
it's like being a game veteran,
who should be honored of once putting in the solid work in the eyes
of the game gods that went down in games histories
of namesakes like myself.
Oh yeah, when one is committed to the game like a religion,
trust me, the game god who watches over them,
whether you believe it or not,
and all those living under the black umbrella of the game,
they should know,
the game god only
blesses those worthy of a blessing.
Now go get what's yours, young black,
go get it, man.
Yeah, I go crazy, Pop.
Huh? I go crazy.