Werbung entfernenOriginal Key: Eb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 90
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
[INTRO]
Abm B Ebm Db .
[VERSE]
Abm B Fig could’ve been a stylist, you know he known to belt men
Ebm Db Being at my momma house finna make me turn myself in
Abm B Something wrong I'm old enough to be a dad and I told him just spin
Ebm Db Couldn't front him he had a bad credit you need a CPN
Abm B I'm prayin', Scooby beat the case, they got him on recording
Ebm Db Ain't heard from bro, he put shut up he turned into a hoarder
Abm B Just got off trial, I gave JM my props, took it to the heart (Ten racks)
Ebm Db I got news from the prison, he fuckin' that lil' boy
Abm B Seen my brudda, we both in the field like Shiloh and Shedeur
Ebm Db That Rollie plain, Patek still on bus' just like Rosa Parks
Abm B Them my opps, I'll pay you a dime if you stop thеy heart
Ebm Db Talm 'bout a dime, a pizza, a dime, a hat
Abm B Ebm Db And I'm smashin' on thе top Chevy Xn
Abm B Ebm Db Nigga drank so much, he named his kid Tristian
(I thought you cool, but you had [?] my double cup)
Abm B Ebm Db Told her yes ma'am, but I'm not Kitchens
Abm B I cut her off, but I told her it was me
Ebm Db On the real we just was bondin' funny
Abm B I'm thinkin' of prayin' to get my nigga free
Ebm Db I'm thinkin' about investing in a bonding company
Abm B I told her, "Yell", and say misses mattress
Ebm Db Soon as I drop my album, I'll be court ready
Abm B Would of put a hundred on a nigga passin'
Ebm Db I ain't never thought of sports bettin'
[VERSE]
Abm B So much love for the wock, I done named my daughter Kiki
Ebm Db Yesterday spent twelve at repeat, we finna repeat
Abm B I just seen a nigga net worth on Wiki
Ebm Db I ain't used to have shit just spent two hundred on a BPE
Abm B Me and Benwon like brothers, had the same struggles
Ebm Db Free my fuckin' baby bro, we shared game consoles
Abm B Ain't no fuckin' pints of Act' around if I ain't found 'em
Ebm Db My nigga said he got a glass pint of red, why you lying?
Abm B Simple, a nigga shoot at us then somebody dyin'
Ebm Db When you seen real shit don't gotta rhyme 'bout it
Abm B I got a plug got a whole case of Wockhardt for nine dollars
Ebm Db My brother died in a Scat so I don't like Chargers
Abm B Them niggas shot my crib up and fire bombed it
Ebm Db Abm B I ain't cry about it, 'cause a couple niggas died before ya life started
Ebm And that was in December
Db Yeah, I forgave them fuck niggas but I still remember
Abm B Real weed head just had a Bulk Billy Kimber
Ebm Db I'm might come, big Meech, one karat link to my belly button
Abm B I was finna put hip but gon tell on some
Ebm Db I understand you know it all but let me tell you somethin'
Abm B Twelve years enhancement for a switch better sell yo' button
Ebm Db Real snakes, if I give him a hundred K he'll kill his brother
Abm B Got kicked out middle school and I'm still in trouble
Ebm Db I'm in Mobile ridin' with my nigga Ghetto sippin' yellow
Abm B Of course them niggas did this shit but we did it better
Ebm Db I'ma keep it alphabet, the 7th letter
Abm B It's gettin cold in this bitch better wear a sweater
Ebm Db Put a hundred holes in his whip, God must've been with him
Abm B Ebm Better slow it down niggas made pourin' up borin', now I'm pourin' down
Db Abm B I know I'm the king of Flint, I don't want a crown
Ebm Db Just wearin' real dog shit up in the quarter mile
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