Key: E major
Verse 1
Gm
Am
Bb
Its time to take it to the other side
television for homie
E
F
But we live this shit
Verse 2
But thats a lie
Asus4
Bb
I've seen a man raise his hand
on the stand he testify
Verse 3
ject minded individual
criminal tactics
Am
Bb
Us blacks kids born with birth defects,
dysfunctional they describe us
E
Em
They liars, the en d of the day,
scarface the first time
peoples in my mind
selves is how i rationalise
magnum 4.5 carrying
Bb
D
heights the cop aryan
A rookie boy the cookie
didn't make no profit
E
F
A stranger to the block i damn near had
It only took a fiend to taste it once
to say it's garbage
Am
Bb
I brought it back to poppy,
aint tryna take no losses
Dm
D
He focuses on my emotionless
young dealer face then pauses
Ambition's to distribute coke
But i'm again broke
other dealers they up their orders
up they quotas
I'm at it halfway,
Bb
Dm
none of my customers are loyal
of a pathfinder
My junior high school class,
Bb
Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there
man it wasn't made fair
F
Gm
if america played fair
Poor excuse and so i was
Am
Bb
Throwin' rocks at the pen
Verse 4
parking lot full of them haters
Am
Bb
Triple beam dreamin',
Verse 5
crib with 2 elevators
Dm
D
20 flat screens they got
cameras every angle
E
Em
Dope been coming so you
with a stranger
Am
Bb
Contract killers coming
when i feel in danger
i had a pager
E
Em
F
Triple beam dreams now pat
riley my neighbour
Verse 6
Am
Bb
In a court room spraying
like a germ nigga
them niggas dropping dimes
necks dropping time
Gm
G
Khaki suits and them niggas
Am
Bb
We was all cool stacking
them acura coupes
as if jackin' was cool
got the plug with the uncut
E
F
Jay- z blue magic nigga, what! what!
Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high
E
F
Triple beam dreamin' as
Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
F
Dm
'Fore you sell dope there's
Bb
Dm
shit you gotta learn nigga
Dm
F
ducktape
Fornicating, counting money
with a fuck face
Dm
D
Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball
E
F
Phantom drop head shit,
i had to get 'em all
never get involved
Am
Bb
Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a
Dm
D
Triple beam dreams,
the ghetto's my reality
Low income housing,
Verse 7
Triple beam dreamin',
crib with 2 elevators
Dm
D
20 flat screens they got
cameras every angle
i had a pager
Outro 1
my neighbour
F
Gm
F
Gm
Bb
Dm
Gm
F
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