调：F# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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F#m
G
F#m
block
D
F#m
Bm
Let me ease you on down my block,
F#m
Bm
F#m
Yo, where I'm from it ain't
smoke green, sip
Patron
Niggas never leavin' home,
D
F#m
stare all in your face, talk all greasy
Many types to the hunt,
Still these hate -hauntin' niggas,
but these youngins
eight for the niggas
Bm
F#m
Bm
with the hustler's glare
Bm
F#m
let me ease you on down my block,
come stroll with me
F#m
D
And the fact is, youngins lack glasses,
Bm
F#m
they quit the cut faster than battle axes
They read through glasses,
no prescriptions to em,
Just some moving and
D
F#m
This illusion of the future got me tired
Thinking about my children's future
different from where you from
Between the hard stairs and the gun pits
A heart and a mind that follows
So the mind that's bottled
than home
Bm
F#m
Innocent killings by killers and villains
Black clouds is the silence,
so for sun to shine is rare
F#m
F#m
Let me ease you on down my block
Let me ease you on down my block
Let me ease you on down my block
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