调：Bb minor
Verse 1
G#m
G#dim
F#m
Aliya Renée Yates and Dontez Antonio Yates
Interlude 1
C#
F#m
C#m
F#m
E
A
Verse 2
D
C#m
E
F#m
I in hale with the scent of a million men
17 up in the front I am
D
C#m
E
God knows all the sacrifces I made
E
F#m
They phony, funny but they don't know
D
C#
C#m
E
I'm feeling stuck with a capital S
A
E
G#m
Rotting away in the Midwest, I guess
G#dim
G#m
G#dim
C#
No more pain I complain and pray to God,
F#m
E
A
It was unbearable until
G#m
E
G#m
D
C#
Who's responsible for this madness,
Who's responsible for this sudden
G#m
G#dim
I can see, I can look into your eyes
E
C#m
C#
die!" when all the bullets fly
E
F#m
E
A
B
Because I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf,
Verse 3
G#m
C#m
G#m
F#m
me under
A
C#m
F#m
But I been too long trying
F#m
C#m
F#m
The worst, the worst, yeah
A
F#m
D
C#m
After all that I been through
Verse 4
F#m
A
F#m
D
What it is? What it was and what
C#aug
D
F#m
E
F#m
it shall be? You tell me
G#m
G#dim
Bitches think I got money
E
F#m
D
So I'm thinking of killing you when
I got plenty and mean
F#
B
Em
D
Under child social services and shit
G#dim
G#m
G#dim
My khakis are low sagging from
C#
C#m
E
illegal type little baggies
F#m
E
D
Pushing ten of them on top of the
E
A
G#m
world like James Cagney
G#dim
C#m
E
Feel that agony people nagging me
A
Bm
A
E
sick of my aunt and uncle dragging me
G#dim
G#m
See me drink my life away
D
C#
C#aug
E
Smoking toking my life away
G#m
C#
C#m
E
If I could fly today to the golden gates
F#m
E
A
I could get away from this place of hell and fakes,
that's me
Puffin that stronger W- double
F#m
D
E
Cause I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf,
Verse 5
They keep trying to pull me under
D
C#m
A
me down)
G#m
yeah)
E
F#m
C#m
After all that I been through
(Tell me what to do)
Verse 6
G#m
D
C#m
A
E
Q if you ain't crew
G#m
G#dim
G#m
D
My pockets thin, about to sin
F#m
E
A
To get that Henn, to make that blend
To make that fool come
Devilish thoughts,
F#m
D
E
God tell us what we got to do to make
G#dim
G#m
D
Spell it out to me 'cause
F#m
E
A
I'm psycho like Woody Harrelson
G#dim
C#
Like Aaron Yates, Norman Bates,
C#m
F#m
D
perfect mates
G#dim
G#m
G#dim
Bitches yellin', head is swellin'
F#
F#m
F#
D
I burst, into a blood thirst,
A
G#m
G#dim
No hearse, nobody's turf
C#
C#m
E
Fuck planet Earth, disperse
the worst (the worst)
Verse 7
F#m
C#m
F#m
the wor st, yeah
They keep trying to pull me under
F#m
A
C#m
But I been too long trying
(But I'll make it through this time,
Verse 8
G#m
G#dim
C#
I know that it can't get no worst
The worst, the worst, yeah
After all that I been through
I just don't know what the hell to do
(Tell me what to do)
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