Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Bbm
Cb
Ebm
Cb
Uh,
Ebm
uh- uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh- uh, uh
Verse 2
Ebm
Uh, I know you waitin'
Cb
Gettin' fed up,
you runnin' out of patience
Gb
Just keep your head up,
I told you we would make it
Db
Can't give my meds up,
Ebm
I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
Cb
Best make it coun t,
make sure it's no time wasted
Gb
I beat the trenches for my team,
that was a great win
Db
Lose when you gave it everything,
that's hard to take in (uh- uh- uh)
Verse 3
Ebm
Ayy, look, I do this shit for all
my guys that got put under
Cb
Fifty shots, I'm a drummer,
them guns spit thunder
Gb
One shot and he dead,
call that bitch the one- hit wonder
Bbm
No, we don't aim for legs,
Db
tryna make it hot all summer
Ebm
As a small kid, I used to want a H2 Hummer
Cb
My uncle did a bid,
they could've gave him football numbers
Gb
I went from Mandrake daily
tryna work on my jumper
Db
Now it's gang- gang,
Ebm
we stay on top of shit like a plunger, uh
Old heads can't trick us,
drop rakes and we flick up
Cb
Blow his face, get zipped up,
ambulance pick up
Gb
Uh, red cups full of liquor,
let lead bust for my niggas
Db
Come through and tear it up
with them blickers
Ebm
I really fed all of my killers
Verse 4
Ebm
Uh, I know you waitin'
Cb
Gettin' fed up,
you runnin' out of patience
Gb
Just keep your head up,
I told you we would make it
Db
Can't give my meds up,
Ebm
I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
Cb
Best make it coun t,
make sure it's no time wasted
Gb
I beat the trenches for my team,
that was a great win
Db
Lose when you gave it everything,
that's hard to take in (uh- uh- uh)
Verse 5
Ebm
Ayy, I'm gettin' fast money
'cause I ain't got no patience
Cb
I'm with my team 'cause
they cook niggas like bacon
Gb
I did my thing trappin' out the spot,
it was vacant
Db
Lil' nigga in jail stabbin' shit up like he Jason,
uh, uh, uh
Ebm
Ridin' in a Porsche with some
horses like I'm racin'
Cb
Bitch so bad look photoshopped
when she naked
Gb
Made it out the jungle where
it's scorchin' and blazin'
Db
Gb
My dog get money an d I get money,
Db
it's con tagious
Ebm
Went from a trapper to
Cb
livin' like a popstar
I done got so rich I'm feedin'
my lil' kids caviar
Gb
My bitch don't want for shit,
she get whatever she want
Bbm
Db
My shooter walk you down, stand over you,
Ebm
make sure it's done
Verse 6
Ebm
Uh, I know you waitin'
Cb
Gettin' fed up,
you runnin' out of patience
Gb
Just keep your head up,
I told you we would make it
Db
Can't give my meds up,
Ebm
I see too many faces, uh
In them foreigns racin'
Cb
Best make it count,
make sure it's no time wasted
Gb
I beat the trenches for my team,
that was a great win
Db
Lose when you gave it everything,
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