Key: F minor
Verse 1
Am
D
We can make it last
Am
D
We can make it last
Am
D
We can make it last
Am
D
We can make it last
Verse 2
It was me and you Trina
who shared the hard times
Still in love wit niggas
who were servicing some hard times
Or involved wit niggas who lost
their lives
When Hollywood passed I nearly lost my mind
I then rolled wit the traffickers,
worked in the Maximus
D.A in back of us, I'm
stretched out nervous
Asking myself,
bitch was this really worth it?
What's my purpose, shit,
I gotta keep searching
It was me and you Trina who
asked the same questions
We decided when and which
D
Em
hoe's we could fuck with
Shop wit club wit get into some thug shit
Turn 'em on to niggas who was
deep into that drug shit
Get money fuck a little let
a nigga touch a little
Feel that I know you do,
guess what I wrote it too
Please recognize this is a hip
hop quotable
Verse 3
Am
And even through the stormiest time We sur
vived through the
Just thinkin' about
the struggling times
And even if I had all the bread
in the world
Am
D
bitch that never was
Verse 4
the one you talk about
I showed love to everybody
before I walked up out
The party, the club, the function
I leave you bring up discussions
we talked about abortions
As little girls hair braided
on the same porches
We promised each other we would share
the same losses
Your baby daddy passed we
share the same losses
D#
Em
It was you and me hoe getting C notes
D
Em
Bell hoppers to the death while
Irish chicks deep throat
Yeah it's beef in the air and
why she know
If anybody do she know how we flow
Miami bitches you know how we blow
D
Em
At any event you know how we go
Nice entourage lock mints wonder bras
As I sit in the club I miss what it was
And even through the stormiest times
Verse 5
Em
We survived
through the
Just thinkin' about the struggling
times
And even if I had all the bread
in the world
Em
Am
D
You and Me
Verse 6
it's really funny
how the tables turn
I moved forward and thank God
D
Em
for the lessons learned
I used the strip clubs as a stepping stone
Hit the stage got paid it wasn't
my second home
Ask somebody Trina been the
shit on the streets
Wrote raps late nights I'm the
shit on the beat
Cross blue baby jeans just to
shit on the creep
Keep tall body guys just to sit underneath
Sit back pop bottle ya'll sit
on ya'll feet
I'm just showing love true
But every time I see ya face I think
of me and you
It's disappointing that you fell
Em
I just can't accept you not being well off
It wouldn't be me if I didn't tell all
I even tried to call you but ya cell off
Verse 7
Am
And even through the stormiest time We sur
vived through the
Just thinkin' about the struggling
times
And even if I had all the bread
D
Em
I'd give it all up for one shot at
Outro 1
Am
D
You and Me, I'm that same bitch
Em
Am
D
Em
Am
D
Em
Am
D
Em
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