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Verse 1
Bm
C
Bm
C
Bm
Em
Damn my P.O.
I ain't gon' stop grindin'
Bm
Violate me if ya want
C
gon' have to come find me
Lookin' for me in the streets
I'm somewhere shinin'
Bm
Live every gotdamn day
Em
like it's Friday
Damn my P.O. I ain't gon'
stop grindin'
Bm
Violate me if ya want
Em
C
gon' have to come find me
Lookin' for me in the streets
I'm somewhere shinin'
Bm
C
Live every gotdamn day like it's Friday
Bm
C
Bm
Verse 2
Em
Tell the feds if they
comin' they better come now
Bm
They got my chips straight
now I'm ready to retire
C
Em
I ball 'til I fall homie thug 'til I die
Bm
And if I died today I
know I'll probably fry
Em
But if I hit the right lick I can live nice
Bm
Think I'm scared to go get
it you gotdamn lie
C
My money go to lookin' funny
I'm gettin' on seventy- five
Bm
Non- stop homie straight
C
to the Cuban's island
Bm
C
I like to get money,
Bm
C
fuck hoes, and rock ice
Give a damn who don't
Bm
like it, it's my life
Em
That's why I drank
e'eryday dog and stay high
Bm
Catch me in the strip club
C
lettin' money fly
And goin' broke the only thing
that can make me cry
Bm
I told my P.O. she can't
C
change me don't even try
Bm
C
Bm
The street life got me gone
C
I don't know why
Bm
Em
Bm
C
Tryna at least see a couple mill' 'fore I die
Interlude 1
Bm
Em
Bm
C
Bm
C
Bm
C
Bm
Verse 3
Em
Before I went to sleep I prayed
for a hundred squares
Bm
Em
Told God he'll bless me if He
C
really cared
Know you fuck niggas prayin'
for me to get killed
Bm
Em
Know you crackers wish you could
give me a hundred years
That's why I ball and stunt
for the niggas in jail
Bm
Cracker gon' have to kill me 'fore
C
they put me in a cell
Nigga told me to turn myself in I
told him "go to Hell"
Bm
'Cause if they want me they better
C
do they job and that's real
Bm
C
Worst thang they can do is
Bm
C
hold me with no bail
Until that shit happen been done ran
Em
across a whole mill'
I thug it out 'til the end homie
that's how it is
Bm
Life too motherfuckin'
short for me to sit still
C
I can't leave these streets
nigga they pay my bills
Bm
I gotta be dead in prison
C
nigga for me to chill
Bm
C
I asked a trick the other
Bm
C
day why he pop pills
Bm
Em
He told me I'll pop 'em too if I knew how it feel
Interlude 2
Bm
C
Bm
Em
Bm
C
Bm
C
Bm
C
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C
Bm
Verse 4
Em
I wake up e'ery mornin'
lookin' for a money bag
Bm
When a nigga died and he was
C
broke then he died sad
If I was on my dick you nig
Em
gas'll be glad
Bm
Squeeze eights on the donk
Em
just to make you mad
'Long as my heart still beatin'
nigga I'mma get cash
Bm
Live every motherfuckin'
C
day like it's my last
Indictment money in my pocket
and 'Gnac in my system
Bm
C
Need every muhfuckin' day to
Em
Bm
feel like Christmas
C
Bm
Heard the crackers downtown
C
givin' out big nimbles
Bm
Em
I know some motherfuckin' Haitians givin'
Bm
C
out tickles
Outro 1
Bm
Em
Bm
C
Bm

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