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Tonalità: G minor
Verse 1
Cm
Cm
Gm
Gm
Woo
Cm
Cm
I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, brazy)
Gm
Gm
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Cm
Cm
(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
Gm
Gm
badge (woo, woo, woo)
Cm
Cm
How I grew up, my momma was my
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
in a pad (mansion)
Cm
Cm
I like to throw up when I think
about the crash (ugh, ugh)
Gm
Gm
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Cm
Cm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Bb
Bb
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Cm
Cm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin' too
Gm
Gm
fast (Soul)
Cm
Cm
Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take
Gm
Gm
a hold of me (hold)
Cm
Cm
Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
Gm
Gm
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 2
Cm
Cm
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies,
they eat (zombies)
Gm
Gm
Miss my grandma, she was humble
Cm
Cm
and sweet (grandma)
I don't speak, let the check talk
for me (check, woo)
Gm
Gm
I can't sleep 'less the TEC
Cm
Cm
in my reach (TEC)
Hit the dope, make me choke,
make me wheeze (choke)
Gm
Gm
Sip the dope,
Cm
Cm
help the pain at ease (hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean,
it was dirty (dirty)
Gm
Gm
Playin' football,
Cm
Cm
hide the fire in my girdle (Fire)
Gettin' locked up,
runnin' round in a circle (circle)
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (murder,
murder, murder, murder)
Now my whole family hurtin'
(hurtin',hurtin',hurtin',hurtin')
Gm
Gm
Tryna see the light but we couldn't
Cm
Cm
pull the cur tain
(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurkin'
(night, night, night)
Bb
Bb
Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop
Cm
Cm
workin' (light, light, light)
Lookin' at my momma in her
eyes (momma)
Gm
Gm
Lookin' at me like a new
person (new person)
Cm
Cm
She tellin' me I need to slow
down (slow down)
Bb
Bb
The pain don't go away with the
Cm
Cm
Perky (slow down)
That was when the rap wasn't
working (wasn't working)
Gm
Gm
Living in the trap it's a
Cm
Cm
search (trap search)
See my grandma in a hearse
(grandma)
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
And Pistol P gone in the cas ket
Shot's fired nigga blasting (brrt)
Gm
Gm
Cops, they arrive start smashing
Cm
Cm
(woop, woop)
Opps we shoot shots like the
Mavericks (opps)
Gm
Gm
Vaults put the cash up and we
Cm
Cm
stash it (stash)
You flop, we doing numbers
can't imagine (hey)
Gm
Gm
Money tunnel when the roof
Cm
Cm
panoramic (skrt)
Count the bundles 'til my hand
start crampin' (cramp)
Gm
Gm
I come with the drip I need a
napkin (hey)
Verse 3
Cm
Cm
I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
Gm
Gm
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Cm
Cm
(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police
Gm
Gm
with no badge (woo, woo, woo)
Cm
Cm
How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Gm
Gm
in a pad (mansion)
Cm
Cm
I like to throw up when I think about
the crash (ugh, ugh)
Bb
Bb
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Cm
Cm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Gm
Gm
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Cm
Cm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Bb
Bb
Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
Cm
Cm
Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
Gm
Gm
hold of me (hold)
Cm
Cm
Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E ('sposed)
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 4
Cm
Cm
I been crossed out by my own brother
(woo, woo)
Gm
Gm
Ain't no rules in the street
Cm
Cm
don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Gm
Gm
Police 'bout to kick the door
Cm
Cm
now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the back streets thinkin'
'bout my brother
Ab
Ab
Gm
Gm
Prayin' that he come home to his
Cm
Cm
loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all
out the gutter
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it? (how?)
Gm
Gm
Niggas dying around the same time
Cm
Cm
I had a baby (hoo)
Here go the operator (operator)
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make
Cm
Cm
it (he ain't 'gon make it)
Now my mind going brazy (brazy)
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred
(I'm the cause of it)
Holdin' the revolver with the
laser (boop)
Bb
Bb
They done killed my nig ga start a war
Cm
Cm
bring the na tion (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss situation (boss)
Gm
Gm
Military basis when we travel 'cross the
Cm
Cm
na tion (military)
Double up the cup with
maple (woo)
Gm
Gm
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Abomination on your pa per I got acres
Black man when you walking
and you labeled
Gm
Gm
Beat the odds they don't
Cm
Cm
wanna see you greater
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
Gm
Gm
Momma's crying cause the police
Cm
Cm
shot they ba bies
They crooked the motherland they done
took it (crooked)
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
They take us and lock us up
and throw the booklet (take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (shook it)
Gm
Gm
I hate the fame everybody keep on
Cm
Cm
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
looking (fame)
Gm
Gm
We done sold out Brooklyn (sold out)
Man I miss my Grandma
Cm
Cm
cookin' (grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm
gifted (like a don)
Bb
Bb
I'm a run the money up gotta
Gm
Gm
go and get it (hey)
Verse 5
Cm
Cm
I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
Gm
Gm
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Cm
Cm
(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
Gm
Gm
badge (woo, woo, woo)
Cm
Cm
How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Gm
Gm
in a pad (mansion)
Cm
Cm
I like to throw up when I think
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
about the crash (ugh, ugh)
Bb
Bb
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Cm
Cm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Gm
Gm
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Cm
Cm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Bb
Bb
Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
Cm
Cm
Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
Gm
Gm
hold of me (hold)
Cm
Cm
Bitches ain't shit,
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
got exposed by E ('sposed)
Gm
Gm
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)

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