Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
JK be going crazy
They left me on my own,
D
guess that was a blessing
They was getting greedy,
Em
D
tried to leave me starving
Em
Lord, these hard to find,
never learned my lesson
They left me on my own,
guess that was a blessing
D
It was getting greedy,
tried to leave me starving
I had to get a bag, I had to eat regardless
Em
Lord, these hearts are fine,
not even fake
Dead before the sun, I never break
D
In search for something,
but it always left me second -guessin'
Lord, these hearts are fine,
never learned my lesson
Em
I wrote this song and blew up,
you received a message
I'm from the trace,
but nowadays, got a nigga stressin'
D
Losing homies left and right
like no sense of direction
Makes you wonder if you ever gon'
receive your blessings
Em
Sometimes it gets hard
to spit my thoughts and I wanna cry
Like when I think about the sucker
that killed my dog, deserve to die
D
You took my nigga
and he was only tryna feed his child
Now I gotta step up in this life
to keep him from running wild
Em
See in this life you either
D
Em
find a way or find a grave
But nowadays, well, I'ma find you
before you find your way
D
I hope you feel me
cause I'm rapping what I see
Daily dead or in jail or strung out,
Em
I'ma pee, baby
Traumatized by the ghetto yelling,
please save me
I'm not a killer,
D
but I'd kill a nigga if he played me
Lord, these hearts are fine,
got me going brave
You stuck in my ways
and I would change
Em
even if you buried me
Lord, these hearts are fine,
never learned my lesson
And left me on my own,
guess that was a blessing
D
It was getting greedy,
tried to leave me starving
I had to get a bag, I had to eat regardless
Em
Lord, these hearts are fine,
are they even fake?
Dead before the sun, I'd never break
D
In search for something,
but it always left me second guessing
Lord, these hearts are fine,
never learned my lesson
Em
No more Ms. Nice, nigga,
still stuck in that bag, boy
My drip game on icicles,
need a bag if she fat, boy
D
I need a fee if I write for niggas,
best song you ever had, boy
On a hike with it,
refer to us as them bad boys
Em
All nuttin' and cheese shit,
we was on his head like lice
Nowadays you gotta keep
a pole with you,
cause you know the niggas don't fight
D
I crossed a nigga that played with me,
knew the boy my whole life
Your circle full of hella nice niggas,
my circle full of real life
Em
Never lived in no real street,
never lived in no projects
You ain't never lived in no real shit,
it should never be in your context
D
Camper with your whole life,
nigga like a dice game, it's a process
Babe, momma never trust a nigga,
still stuck in that hot shit
Em
I'm still chasing that guap,
all night hype on some knock shit
D
Em
They be all up on that n***a dick
every time a n***a finna drop shit
D
Small circle had to crop shit,
all that bro shit, gotta stop it
I don't fool around with no snakes,
Em
all this shit is just nonsense
Lord, these hearts are fine,
never learned my lesson
And left me on my own,
guess that was a blessing
D
They was getting greedy,
tried to leave me starving
I had to get a bag,
I had to eat regardless
Em
Lord, these hearts are fine,
no, they even fake
Dead before the sun, I'd never break
D
Ain't searched for something,
but it always left me second guessing
Lord, these hard to find,
never learned my lesson
Em
Lord, these hard to find,
D
never learned my lesson
They was gettin' greedy,
tried to leave me starvin'
I had to get a bag, I had to eat recardin'
Em
Hey, be goin' crazy
D
Dead before the sun, I'd never break
Lord, these hard to find,
Em
never learned my lesson
Lord, these hard to find,
never learned my lesson
All of these motherfuckin' niggas
Outro 1
with my lipstick
D
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