Verse 1
F
Dm
When we reach the autumn's end
C
Am
Will we wish that we could
C
love again?
F
Dm
Laughing in the face of time
If only we knew now what
C
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E
we did then
Am
Gotta kick this from the heart man
C
Am
Beat by heart man
Ghost coming out of the bat cave
F
Tryna read my book
before I get to the last page
Tryna hurry up,
E
C
cause I know it's the last days
Am
Do it for the love,
for the love of the money
Get rich, couple niggas start
huggin' you funny
F
Where the love at?
It ain't a trace, it was replaced by hate
Where the hoodie and the gloves at?
Am
Show them niggas where the thug at
E
Am
Fuck his wife, raise his drug rat,
slug and a stoke at
F
This is sharp, no dull rap
Dm
C
So move on nigga, I'm too high nigga
Am
Fuck with me,
E
that'll be the day that you die nigga
Am
You heard me, you gon' die
cause I'm too live nigga
F
Hour of C in the dark, I'm two eyes, nigga
All the hawk that'll poke out
Dm
Am
your two eyes, nig ga
I'm young, lit, shot up,
product of society
Contributed and delivered,
described in life's diary
F
Grinding, we don't tire
Words acquired,
it's spitted to its entirety
Am
I of Cathy like that movie
Fort Apache in the Bronx
Eating on his last piece of conch,
F
crime, all that came to his mind
Bottom line, out of luck,
C
out of buck, out of chuck, stuck in time
Am
Grab his blick, grab his kicks, anxiety fiery
E
Am
Adrenaline, elements, eminent
F
This fella went boom,
stepped out his room, ready for doom
Can't you see, he ain't got no one,
E
he bout to get freaky
C
Am
Misery, trickery,
get you smoked like hickory
Better have epiphany,
or get broke like a Tiffany lamp
F
He did, he thought, his kid,
his soul can drip
Knew he had to hold his image,
Am
now, defensive pain
This is all simply stated,
rather therapeutical
F
It's cool, you have a beautiful life, live on
Try hard, be strong,
why die when you can fly high
E
C
Ass a bitch on it
Am
From young niggas shot up,
E
products in so ciety
Am
Contributed and delivered,
inscribed in life's diary
F
It's very special
It's very special
E
C
Am
Had dreams and teams to be born
Backed up and tagged up on the wall
Missed your bitches,
F
used the hallways
Never got all A's and hustled
the small way
Rockin' them big rings,
Am
C
did bling to get things to fam
Am
Even pissed through the gram,
hit school and scram
F
Smoothing my weight,
C
juvenile tendencies
E
C
Jews that glow, ghetto dependency
Am
C
Am
Eat, sleep, streets, grind, heat
C
Seek and shine and how come
F
rottery?
C
Surrounded by politics and poverty
Dm
C
Am
You gotta be your way out,
but for what?
Everywhere's corruption, true
The aim is to live comfortable
F
Lifting the formula, as many formulas
Like a hard test,
the process of growing up
Am
From young then shot up,
C
products of so ciety
Am
Contributing to living
described in life's diary
F
Grinding, we don't tire,
words acquired
C
Dm
and spit into it's entirety
Am
From young then shot up,
C
products of so ciety
Am
Contributing to living
described in life's diary
F
It's very special,
Dm
C
Am
F
it's very special
Outro 1
You
Am
F
Special
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