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Intro 1

Sit tin' in my cell

Verse 1
Am 
Em 
and I still haven't got the time
C 
Bm 
I'm makin' money in my hands,
fuck a conch line
Am 
Em 
My niggas done ten years, still got time
C 
3, 2, spinner was the first
time I popped mine
Am 
Jail time ain't nice,
Em 
every freeway ain't right
C 
You ever seen a fiend die?
Bm 
Am 
Score clip holes, nines
Em 
F -fucking hoes out in my  Bayark
C 
Key came a  quarter short, I never cared
Bm 
Am 
Cause I made cheddar
Em 
I seen my friends snitch
C 
I seen Glock spit I thought I got hit
B 
Am 
My leg turned stiff I
Em 
know my opps pissed
C 
That I'm still rich, the canin and Bobbits
Am 
Got me bread and chopsticks
Em 
Make the fans do a mosh pit
C 
Cause my flow sick
Bm 
KB and Lizzy, that's explosive
Am 
Wishing on Macs and revolvers
Em 
Cm 
Dead man and jokers
C 
Stuffed 50 bags in the sofa
Am 
They sent me down to Walton
Em 
C 
The first day I came in
Man begged for ratings
Bm 
Am 
I shoot and never say things
I came in a Cayman
Em 
With bricks to the slate
C 
Think it's not entertainment
Bm 
My cousin made a   statement
Am 
My  new shit's amazing
Em 
Got the streets waiting
C 
On the gym course and I'm training
Bm 
Am 
I   got the wing staff hating
Em 
C 
Two summers left till I'm
on the payments
Bm 
Am 
Bang! KB and Lizzy,
Em 
C 
this is part two
Bm 
Am 
Tryna cut the K with the half -moon
Em 
You need a brick of coke, n***a,
C 
pass through Beyblade with the mic,
Bm 
Am 
let it rip through
Em 
C 
KB and Lizzy, this is part two
Bm 
It's like I got the game rigged
Am 
and I can't lose
A couple banners I can skin
Em 
but I can't choose
C 
I'll rap a n***a rock till
Bm 
he  can't move
Am 
Free spinners up like it's
Em 
Shaytans and The Whip
C 
Round my way,
B 
Bm 
a bullet is a bargaining chip
Am 
Shooting is scoring,
Em 
driving's an as  sist
C 
That's why they both got wrecks,
it didn't how they snitched
Am 
Out on the pitch,
Em 
I was really out tryna pitch
C 
All I wanted for my birthday
B 
was a coward to slip
Bm 
Am 
Yo  that girl think she cute
Em 
when she patting her lips
C 
But I  think she look better
Bm 
when she bounce on her dick
Am 
We put five in the spinner
Em 
then we chewed up the sim
C 
He never dead but he shoulda,
Bm 
Am 
guess I'm lucky for him
Fuck and screw,
Em 
C 
all they do is get under my skin
Bm 
Yo I spent rare summers in bins
Am 
And   all these years I take tolls
Em 
But lil' Blake say gold
C 
and I tape off main roads
Bm 
Bake off and lay low
Am 
They ain't really tryna see
Em 
no  shit like that
C 
They violate same night
B 
tryna get man back
C 
I love riding,
Em 
you ain't even gotta get man mad
C 
Bm 
I put it on a star, nine -eights, let man grab
Am 
Em 
Let man have two or three out of that
C 
Or even four cause I dare man,
Bm 
Am 
be out an  d bad
FaceTime
Em 
Livin' while I'm building up loud
C 
If she love me
then she gotta put her fingers
Bm 
in her mouth
Am 
I could tie you by the road
with the fingers of the belt
Em 
C 
My H  &P party