Street N***a chords by 38 Spesh

SimplifiedAm · Em · F · C

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Verse 1
Am 
Em 
Am 
Cocaine Cowboys
I don't need those clams,
F 
Am 
just give me a small time
to break kilos down
A bitch that'll drive, a clique that'll ride
A strip that go all day,
a stoop in the hallway
Fuck what y 'all say, I had to get deeper
F 
Am 
The more money I   spent,
the more it got cheaper
Thinking of the days I couldn't
afford sneakers
First day of school, backpack full of heaters
My mama said I grow up to be a great man
I grew up, but instead I'm the weight man
I break a brick to eight -eighths, man
More than sixteen deuces
and give away the extra eight grams
I got this coke shit down to a science
F 
Am 
New York rapper,
bills down to the giants
Be quiet, put the crown on your highness
Know Manhattan brownies
smoke pounds of the finest
This for my niggas that rep hard
F 
Am 
Catch stars in the mess hall
Collect cars to they best bra
My best dog know I stretch raw
I'm the best y 'all could turn
four squares to a chessboard
my lawyer said that I should go legal
F 
Am 
So I put the bricks down
and got pounds of the diesel
I told y 'all niggas it get deeper than the rapid took a
trip by the town brought him back now
C 
I'm taxing now let me hear that
Am 
you gap into the cabin
I'm passing through your block
with them ranches,
what's happening?
the street niggas gon'
remain the street niggas
I try to tell them but you can't
teach niggas
These digits in the floor,
a cave in a week
Still in D's,
F 
Am 
wanna take a look at my life
Compekin' it, these niggas wanna ball
I'm Paul and E .P. Miller
Three pigeons drivin' em home, we drivin'
If I don't get em back,
they gon' starve for a week
F 
Nigga, billion dollar bread
Am 
in the back of my head
I see visions we do not compare
Shoot em, I swear they'll bleed different
Me and Spence just like brothers,
but we distant
We feelin' just like y 'all, but we richer
F 
Am 
If it ain't raw from us,
it ain't raw enough
That hard shit,
you gon' need a chainsaw to cut
That Kate Moss,
these come coppin' for eight bars at once
I don't got no life, ain't no ice,
let the water run
F 
Am 
He probably gon' charge for one,
but he won't take no charge for one
In this lawyer office,
tryin' to offer things to bargain with
Man, I'm just so cautious,
hear this low voice that I'm talkin' in
He gon' lock us all up,
he get time off for recordin' this
Uh, rapper don't tell me
how you gon' show me
I been doin' so well, see, I never prolong
Get rid of it, I O .L .B.
A white cop cover,
I'm up in white hotel sheets
F 
Am 
The white flash, white chunk
Death comes in white
Death comes in grace
Might just come tonight, yeah
I'm a Gucci n***a,
Ferragamo, please
Bitch, I've been fly,
like Pterodactyl wings
F 
Am 
You say you in charge,
you used to be a worker
You ain't a boss if you
don't feed the workers
Cocaine Cowboy