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Verse 1
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Gotta
Fm
ride with 'em,
ride with 'em
Db
Ride with 'em, roll with the,
Fm
whoa, whoa, whoa
Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em,"
we could ride with 'em
Db
Ride with 'em, whoa,
Fm
we could, whoa, whoa, whoa
I tell the odd, gotcha, odd,
Eb
Gb#dim
getcha, woo, what
Db
C
Check it out, nigga, whoa,
Fm
whoa, whoa, whoa
Nigga, I'm thinkin' we could
fight with 'em, ride
C
Yeah, uh, yeah
Fm
Db
Done seen some shit within
Verse 2
Fm
my lifetime,
my light shine bright
Protect your energy from poison
Db
when the python strike
Fm
My first mistake was doin'
robberies on Nikon bikes
Db
Watch my moves and I'ma show
Fm
Db
you what a icon like
Fm
Y'all let bygones be bygones, right?
Eb
Db
Fm
Nigga, fuck your truce, bust your move
C
Fm
Db
And if that nigga touch your shoes
Fm
You better blast on 'em and on my mama,
nigga
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Gb#dim
C
I'ma get that cash on 'em,
hunnid on the dash on 'em
Fm
Swerve, born from the trench,
you from the 'burbs
Db
Fm
Nigga, fuck that early bird, nigga
Db
Fm
I'ma get this motherfuckin' chicken
And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga
Db
We can fuckin' solve it, on my mama, nigga
Fm
I just been itchin' to prove myself
I just pray throughout the struggle
C
I don't lose myself
Fm
Glock, no safety, Plaxico,
I might shoot myself
Eb
Gb#dim
C
They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and,
nigga, you gon' tell
Fm
But listen
Verse 3
Fm
I can tell you 'bout the time was
goin' hard up in the paint
Db
Fm
Db
And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't,
Fm
lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time
I had the drop a nigga rank
Db
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank,
lemme tell you
Fm
I can tell you 'bout the time
I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can,
lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time
I had a penny and a plan
I can tell you shit, but you won't understand,
lemme tell you, nigga
Verse 4
Fm
First and foremost,
for every door that's opened, a door close
Beat a nigga,
Db
Fm
Db
Fm
take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe
And Lord knows livin' like this,
it leads a short road
A dead end, or prison time,
Db
where we was headin'
Fm
Instead, when I got bread,
broke it with bredren
C
Eyes open, leave the house,
Fm
move like a veteran
Db
Fm
Made a couple dollars from come ups,
my niggas flexin'
C
Nigga got a problem,
then I can make some corrections
Fm
Okay, cool, still with the same
niggas since grade school
Db
Give a fuck about your shade room
when I had made room
Fm
For everybody on that late moon,
and word to Rae Sremm'
Db
Had to bring the motherfuckin'
Fm
Db
swang on 'em
Fm
I ain't even wanna
have to blank on 'em
C
Fm
That Lamb' truck got a full tank on 'em
Db
Fm
But, a nigga better not look
at me wrong
C
It's certain shit that I can say on this song,
Fm
but let me tell you, nigga
Verse 5
Fm
I can tell you 'bout the time was
goin' hard up in the paint
Db
And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't,
lemme tell you
Fm
I can tell you 'bout the time
I had the drop a nigga rank
Db
Fm
Db
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank,
lemme tell you
Fm
I can tell you 'bout the time I signed
a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can,
lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time
I had a penny and a plan
I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you,
Fm
nigga
Outro 1
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