Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
C#m
G#m
A
F#m
As I sit an po sition myself
Am I cocky 'coz I only play
my shit and listen to myself
C#m
Or am I strivin' for perfection?
Answer that
Ah, fuck it I'm cocky and I about to perfect rap,
nigga
G#m
A
F#m
And I roam these streets That's
Verse 2
why my songs is deeper
than death itself
C#m
I went from no food in the fridge
to a platter on my shelf and I watch it
And y'all ain't gotta give me that
but keep ya hand out my pockets
G#m
A
F#m
Haters 'coz you makin' me nervous, it ain't
Verse 3
worth it
We don't want no accident
C#m
when I flip on purpose
'Coz we done seen so many
tragedies done
September 11th, 2001 remember
G#m
A
F#m
Like, how could I for get,
Verse 4
I lost my man pop in that shit
Help me get a grip
C#m
I think, I'm losin' it do
F#m
Because between life an death,
C#m
I be con fusin' the two
And sometimes, I don't give a fuck if I live or die
Verse 5
C#m
But
I think if I don't give a fuck about myself who else will,
I'm stressin'
G#m
A
F#m
Guess, I was raised the wrong way
Verse 6
That's why,
I walk around with the long eighth
C#m
And done shed so many tears,
I have none left
Sometimes, I sat and prayed for death
Verse 7
C#m
G#m
A
I feel like it's 11: 45 a quarter
15 minutes to my days is over
C#m
that's why it's hard to stay soba
F#m
C#m
So I drink in the rain and smoke
in the sun
And create my own clouds
not to think of the pain
G#m
A
F#m
Some times, I think I'm goin' insane I
Verse 8
get mad and shout,
God's name in vain
C#m
Forgive me for my sins,
F#m
he got me laughin' again
C#m
He got me back rappin' again now help
me choose my friends
G#m
A
F#m
My gats the closest one to me But if
Verse 9
my gun could take the stand and tell,
C#m
I'll be doin' life in jail
Like judge, he made me do it
F#m
C#m
It ain't the gun, it's the nigga behind it that shoot it,
that's ruthless
Verse 10
C#m
You see, alot of niggaz, don't want drag to
shine
Instead they wanna see drag locked up like
my nigga Shyne
So you know what they try to do,
leave a nigga behind
F#m
You know what it is,
C#m
they envy me
Verse 11
A
Motherfuckin' niggaz held me back for 3 fuck
ing years
C#m
And motherfuckin' niggaz left
me for dead
Hopin' that the world would forget
but you know what?
They didn't forget,
they bought me back
Verse 12
C#m
And now, I'm in the greatest shape
of my life
So now, I'm on some shit like fuck, y'all
All I give a fuck about is my
niggaz and my niggaz only
G#m
I'm on some shit like
A
F#m
Y'all can suck these off 'Coz
Verse 13
I don't need y'all to
C#m
succeed y'all nigga
A
I know, you like my word play early
C#m
Like Nelly got country
grammar like 'er day
G#m
A
F#m
I can go cold and still sell out shows And make
Verse 14
enough dough to get your feet
C#m
choppin' not about your toes?
For comin' at me half steppin'
F#m
C#m
Talkin' like gangsta shit an d ain't
have no weapon, nigga
G#m
A
F#m
Ah, I got the best flow, I
Verse 15
be the best in the Bronx
'Coz, I don't walk through
the swamps
C#m
Strivin' through the alleys of death,
recognize my destiny in life
Even if it takes my last breath, nigga
G#m
A
F#m
I walk in places where it could've been my last step
Verse 16
But God got me out of it,
C#m
I love Him and I'm proud of it
Now can you feel my pain
F#m
See what I see walk in my shoes
C#m
and still gon' keep sane, nigga
F#m
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