キー: G minor•
Verse 1
Verse 2
Dependin' on where you stand
Whether the dashboard of yey
Or the walls a hundred grand each
Double R, interior tan, outside is peach
Oh, you trying to make a deal
out in Golden Beach?
Or the Florida Keys,
ducking the Florida Dees
But you only end up with bricks
and sand
I know niggas that run from they shadows
like Peter Pan
F
Gm
Runnin' like it's a Nike commercial,
but he's the man
What he don't like on sight,
he murk like he's the Klan
It fecal fam, yeah, it's the shit
Zip your face up when
Skateboard is on the script
Catch me in the Gap V
with some BBC trunks
Flip flops,
sippin' on Qream like it's punch
I push the spaceship with the chrome
lady in the front
Bendin' over like she just
puffed Busta's blunt
I told y'all muh'fucka's once,
I think I'm hungry
the commonwealth
Where wealth ain't common
Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll
Arthritic fingers,
niggas bang when they stroll
Tradin' in the hats for the
cane and the gold
The golds for the chain and
the cane was on swole
Verse 3
Ayo Tip, get these peon niggas told
Whether Hollywood Hills
or a one horse town
these four letters
More than ever niggas want me dead
'Cause they're starving and
But fuck 'em anyway
I'd rather be me on my worst day
Than to be a sucka' nigga on his birthday
All cake no candles, just a living example
Ten toes down, all out, no sandals
Godfather, young Marlon Brando
Let me make sure they understand, yo
Here ye, hear ye,
you wise you fear me
Verse 4
Gm
Bb
Everybody wanna criticize him
I could've caught a body,
sold a brick to somebody
Who volunteered my information
to the federalies
I made it out of all of that like I
ain't gonna be proud of that
So petty shit,
you sticking to me, give me all you got of that
Doing this for all my niggas
Who'd rather go to prison
than to let a nigga kill him
So we leaving this P- O snub-
nose in his denim
On bended knee,
God forgive us, we've been sinnin'
Layin' in the prison cell,
starin' at the ceilin'
Back in this bitch again,
guess they wasn't bullshittin', huh?
Still wonder where it all went wrong
Since Phil got killed I ain't never
moved on
Like I'm still in the club where
the blows got thrown
When my crown fell down and
I got dethroned
Bunch of niggas around but I feel all alone
Probably died in a van
when it all hit the fan
Now here I stand with blood on my hands
Verse 5
Gm
Trying
hard to explain so
his mom understand
I'm at fault for the loss of
the soul of a man
Only soldiers know how that'll
take a toll on a man
Burden's on the world on my
shoulders: heavy
Visibly composed, my emotions buried
Scary, so if I pop a pill
Still baffled how my life unraveled
D
Gm
In the meantime, time just traveled
Can't see behind the walls
of my castle
Opinionated peons son,
but who asked you?
I tell you what you do, take your two cents
Kick rocks to a fountain,
pitching to make a wish
Shit, if wishes had wings,
they'd all make it to heaven
And we'd all be kings
Hahaha, if wishes had wings,
Cm
F
they'd all make it to heaven
Verse 6
Grind, hustle, homie
We- we run this shit!
Creme de la creme, homie
Boy, you know what it is
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