调：A minor
Verse 1
I think people fail to realize that
We still the same people that
experience everything
Everybody going through night
Hold on, let me talk to you
Ayy, you know the feeling
when your face hit a cloud
when your self esteem die
a nickel or a dime
and you got a dry mind
I done wrote that book more
times than I thought I had to
But I'm still dope
With the spirit like I never had and not have
A cold shower when I wanted me a hot bath
A good meal every now and again
dollar menu with a ten
God look out, and I ain't even thank grace
I feel bad like how the head bless me
People doin' worse than
I, pray every week
But it ain't anybody,
but it don't deserve a nine
I feel enumbered from a personal spot
Some old folks that I knew when I was
standin' on the conference stage
F
G
F
Said when I came up, nah man,
I'm pretty straight
And I got another album on the way
And he was like, I know you had a
G
Looked at my phone like that,
we got the same
Sprint
I said I'm from the same place as you do
Even if the cop used to be this cool
I still wonder why
Well the thing I live, thing I live
Made me say that my shit don't stink
When it finally looks real,
no better than this
Never seen if a shit done stank
when it finally spent on
Bentley
Nils
They think I live,
like them motherfuckers live out in
Beverly
Hills
so I'm back sellin' yay
In a black on black
Chevrolet, with black tents
Ain't look back since I met
Jamaican accents
Put a bird in my hand on face
Pray to
Respect my mind,
I keep mine on my waistline
I'ma face mine
Lotta y 'all niggas do the crime,
but you can't do the time
Pussy niggas drop dime,
is your homeboy real?
When he sittin' in that county jail,
like a lot of y 'all did
Niggas can't do no bids,
what about my wife and my kids?
Shit, look at all my homeboys,
them crockers, them kids
Guess I gotta stand in the paint
till them boys come home
Niggas must think I'm a saint,
can't do no wrong
come on
I never been poor, I ain't from here
Am
G
Am
Well, the thing I live, thing I live
Maybe sayin' that my
shit don't stink
When it finally don't smell
no better than this
Dm
G
Dm
Well, the thing I live, thing I live
Am
G
Am
I nev er been poor, I ain't from here
Nigga, see, nigga, she don't stink
When it pop,
niggas can't no better than this
Standing in the kitchen
The life that I live will live for glitz and glam
Am
G
Am
G
Going to the feds, boy, I'll be damned
After this hit, nigga, I'm going straight ham
I turned to the mic, I thought I forgot, bam
It's fucked up how my
dawg got jammed
The life that I live, only
Get caught with this brick, only
Hand on my head,
I can't let a nigga bust me
Criticized cause I don't live
like the white folks
Where's none shit,
you gotta be cutthroat
Rotodike, better shoot it
with your best, bro
Every day, niggas goin'
for the guts, though
F
the interference
That's how it go when
Watch who you serve,
Everything been record,
I'm gettin' tired
I'ma sell bricks till the day I die
Try to go hard so I figure out
G
Dm
Well, the thing I live, live, thing I live, live
Am
G
Am
I never been poor, I ain't from here
Well, the thing I live, live, thing I live,
Make me say that my shit don't stink
When I find a nice man,
no better than this
Dm
G
Dm
F
Well, the thing I live, live, thing I live,
G
Am
Well, the thing I live, live, thing I live, live
Make me say that my shit don't stink
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