Tonalità: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
Yeah, livin' in the slums,
G#m
C#m
we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a-
Whole lotta expensive nightmares
A
on a Maybach pillow
Expensive nightmares on
a Maybach pillow
G#sus4
Livin' in the slums,
A
we just wishin' for a hero, oh
And the guns, better get low
G#sus4
G#m
And the guns, better get low (Kid)
Verse 2
C#m
Uh, rather get caught with it
Can't fuck with too many,
A
C#m
I feel like I'm too authentic
A
Pink slip shawty, bitch,
C#m
this Maybach, it ain't rented
A
And my Rolie presidential
C#m
like I know the Senate
Verse 3
C#m
A
F#m
If it's that, we suited up , we
A
hop right out on business
Really ain't no need to check his pulse,
they know he finished
Nigga, where I come from, no,
it ain't no happy endings
I'm a trenches baby,
when it's danger, I can sense it
Verse 4
A
C#m
One up top in Nina, I feel anger,
I'ma send it (buck, buck, buck, buck)
A
K's up, killer season like I'm Killa Cam
A lot of Ls that season,
I was losin' all my niggas, damn
Three years later,
C#m
A
whole world know who the fuck I am
Verse 5
A
I could pop out, couple million
flexin' for the 'Gram
F#m
Got a six- car garage,
A
I might need me a Lamb'
Let a nigga plot on robbin',
that Nina'll blam
Twin .40s stick together like Gina and Pam
C#m
(yeah, boom)
Verse 6
C#m
Ayy, bitch, I'm really him (G Herbo)
A
And all the shooters love me,
they call a nigga Rim
C#m
Snuck in the club,
A
C#m
that baby Glock tucked right in my Timbs (I got it)
Still got a AR you get chopped,
A
run up on my Lamb' (grrah)
Verse 7
A
Pussy, no bap (ayy), I don't
bap a lot (no bap)
Can't say no cap, put that on cap,
I'm with Capalot (that's lil' bro)
The FN Ruger on my lap when I don't
got a Glock (federal)
Been totin' pistols before rap,
Verse 8
I don't know how to stop
C#m
I can't switch,
can't keepin' takin' risks 'cause I'm really rich
Got a deal, can't be in that field
'cause we really blitz
Foreign wheels, I bought six whips,
now they on my dick
Maybach cost a quarter
mill', that ain't really shit
Verse 9
C#m
let 'em see me lose,
they expectin' me to crash
F#m
All my cars up to date,
A
C#m
no point in dwellin' in the past
See 'em, hop out, chase 'em,
A
C#m
we on every nigga ass
Trip you, walk down, face 'em,
A
C#m
A
get 'em gone then hit the gas, uh
Verse 10
A
Well actually, I keep that strap with me
F#m
Say we ain't slidin', have you get zipped up talkin',
C#m
A
my point exactly
My lil' niggas aim for headshots and
they got accuracy
Push a bitch right out that leg- lock like
G#m
ain't no trappin' me (uh)
Verse 11
C#m
Tell me what it is, we ain't duckin' smoke,
we ain't scared
He reach for this Carti', it's
gon' be a whole lotta red
Time to kill 'em all, I been in mode,
I ain't playin'
Used to be my dawg,
Verse 12
he lost control off the meds, uh
C#m
Yeah, livin' in the slums,
we just wishin' for a hero
Expensive nightmares on a-
Whole lotta expensive nightmares
on a Maybach pillow
A
Expensive nightmares on
a Maybach pillow
C#m
Livin' in the slums,
we just wishin' for a hero, oh
A
And the guns, better get low
C#m
And the guns, better get low
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