Tonalità: G minor
Intro 1
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Fuck the police,
Verse 1
Em
can't wait to get from momma house
Hopped off the porch,
old enough for some drama now
Pistol in his pocket,
barely strong enough to cock it
D
But he ain't scared to pop it,
got a heart like Colossus
Em
Momma ain't home,
dad ain't locked down
Still his gold chain swing,
pants sacked down
He be clean, fresh Caesar,
new jeans, new sneakers
D
Middle finger to his teachers,
a rebellious young genius
Em
Lil' Bobby Hutton, 09 version,
ready to touch somethin'
No matter what,
determined to make his life
worth somethin'
Keepin' it gangster,
D
cause the young black male is in danger
One slip, I'll hit his crackers or hang ya
Em
Only the strong survive,
no choice, you gotta ride
Young and aged,
but your mind is wise
Walkin' strong with a king touch,
struttin' your stride
D
Black pride, and I'm young,
hungry, born to survive
Em
Don't collide with them
Yeah, I hear all that righteous shit you talkin',
man, fuck that I gotta get out here
and get this money, man
My daughter's feet grow every day
I'm broke out here,
Am
ain't nobody givin' me no jobs
Em
I gotta get it one way or another
Lil' child, Lil' child, run it wild, run it wild
D
Em
Lil' child, run it wild
Lil' child, Lil' run it wild
D
Lil' child, run it wild
Em
Growing up in this world today
is not easy to do
Either you're choosing your path
or your path that you choose you
Lil' Kazi got big shoes to fill for his fam
D
He's so young it's hard
for him to understand
Em
that he the man of the house
He know the time,
his mama work overtime
And his attitude
A million, a million, it's all nine
Go to school just to battle
MCs in the cafeteria
D
Fellas sleep in third period
Em
To the theory that the president is black
So he should try to be that
Better yet, put a gat on your back
and go to Iraq
But he already done chose a side
D
Up on the five, people on me,
soldier rollin' for life
Mind sharp as I switch blade,
Em
knife in his back pocket
Ain't no crack in his sock,
he got bigger dreams
And even more than money counting,
he ready to move mountains
The future Kwame and Krumah,
D
and he know it's a dirty job
Em
But somebody gotta deal with him
Yo, you gotta feel me, man
Not a day goes by it ain't a shootout
My gun is all I got in these streets
Am
I'm by myself, and when I need help
Em
Only thing I can rely on is my gun gang
Little child, little child
D
Em
Running wild, running wild
D
Em
I love to see da homies
Click dub and fish up
Khakis on stack, bandana rack, twist up
Good pride, unified, G'd up
D
Ride or die, street tribes,
real soldiers don't die
We multiply
Em
I love to see the homies
clicked up, fist up
Khakis on stack, bandana rack, twist up
Good pride, unified, G'd up
D
Ride or die, street tribes,
real soldiers don't die
Em
Am
We multiply
Em
Hey!
Little child, little child
Running wild, running wild
D
Little child, running wild
Em
Hey! Hey! child, little child
Running wild, running child, running wild
You got people all around the world
So when you're conscious of that,
then, you know,
D
you can do more than just say,
Em
this is a hustle,
I'm trying to make my bread,
that broad's got a big ass,
come on, there's more important
things in the world,
D
I know you would stick to it every day.
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