调：B minor
Verse 1
quarter pound slice
And this broke nigga lookin',
it's cocaine cookin'
It's the entice and it's
quarter pound slice
And this broke nigga lookin',
it's cocaine cookin'
cruh, cruh, cruh
eternal exile and execution
My ghetto illusion,
I'm trapped inside a marble coffin,
cocaine wipes through the hole
Punishing pain to pass for simply
Woke up in the morning, stuck, broke as fuck,
had to find some dope to cut
A1 coconut
back out and I'm posted
Don't keep no crack on you,
Living in
Coakland
But niggas be fatty, ready for gunplay
Lord, please forgive me for letting off
locks on half -lit blocks
And swallowing rocks
They say I'm naive or extremely reckless
this rock cocaine
Stacking this currency in a hurry
I'd rather die trying to make
a meal ticket
Give me an exercise
of laminated carcasses
Carried off, got me packing an
Who oppose this?
Thinking I got no handles and can't focus
But I got more guns than roses
More followers than most,
it's a history of drug offense
Congeal is a nemesis, it annihilates us
Haters shun players makin' papers
Due to the discrepancy of these foes
this language crack all over the coast
the postal services
got me livin' large
water throughout the
West
Coast
As well as them
Oakland
Boulevard
My life has been a ball of shit,
I know I'm sinnin'
But it's out of being mangled
So if I die tonight,
I'm all without no givin'
And knockin' off more zips
tucked over in my hideaway
And if I'm goin' out, nigga,
I'm all's about my dividends,
I'm all without no givin'
tucked over in my hideaway
And if I'm goin' out, nigga,
It's like I'm livin' to be
sittin' on top of the world
So one day my little girl
can be comfortable
might try to copy
Havin' plans to be the million
Ted
Dm
Gabby
Out in
Hollywood, turfin' dead bodies,
so you best shoot
Lexus
Plus niggas and bitches and bustas,
that niche and they yellin'
Got triggers for niggas,
Em
Dm
with rig ups and stick ups and bellin'
The lavish livin',
Luciano, life like a movie
Surrounded by
Uzis, killers, condos, chronics,
and cuties
The black market,
a con artist with real visions
To date you and break you and gank
Niggas that hit your block
uplifting the coppers
sleeping on peaches
Puerto
Randy, ready to hold my candy
Hoes that come in handy when
no givin' and not knockin' off more chips
on the run, tucked over in my hideaway
And if we goin' out,
I'm lost without my dividends I'm all without,
givin' and not knockin'
off more distance, reach the leaves in the fall,
F
Am
Dm
Em
Dm
we goin' out your side away
F
You
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