调：G minor
Verse 1
Cm
F
Eb
Dm
Cause her son had been shot down
Verse 2
Verse 3
go to (hell)
'Cause I'm a piece of shit,
it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense,
goin' to heaven wit' the goodie- goodies
Dressed in white,
I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on
some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day,
no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie- goodies
I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
as the worst
Lyin' to my mother,
even stealin' out her purse
from drugs to extortion
Verse 4
F
Cm
Bb
in the street and died
Verse 5
Throw the Magnum to my head,
threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's,
completely red
fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
my fuckin' mind
I want to leave,
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
Except when I cross over,
there ain't no comin' back
like Remo in Beatstreet
My baby momma kissed me but she
glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had
I wonder if I died,
Verse 6
Eb
Dm
Cause her son had been shot down in the
F
Cm
Bb
F
street and died
Verse 7
F
Cm
F
Gm
I reach my peak,
I can't speak,
Call my nigga Chic,
tell him that my will is weak
of bitches hawkin'
I'm sick of talkin' [echoes]
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