Uh, yo, uh
Shit stupid
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Yo, uh
Yo, uh
Yo, trap back coping
Maybach with the back open
Fiends that use my chill spots just for crack smoking
Mac toting
Cash flowing long as the packs roll in
F*ck these hoes, get money, that's my [A]only slogan
I bend the corner ɾeal slowly so the hoes notice
I might drop another tape and [Bm]cop a tan Lotus
Niggas'll talk behind your back with they hands open
That's why I barely show love
The same niggas that you [A7ɾoll a dub with, hit the club with
Will be [Am]the same niggas that'll set you [A7up
Yo, they killed Nipsey Hussle in his own hood
That's why I don't never think that shit is all [Em]good
I keep the forty on [C7]my [A]hip and [Bm]that's at all [Em]times
Try me, I'm ɾeady to [C7]die about mines, ɾeal G
Yo, we ɾeally played the stɾeets
All I know is grind, get money, ɾepeat (grind, get money, ɾepeat)
Yeah, you [A7will never be [Am]me
I'm legendary, Berry Gordy in '73
In the white Mercedes Benz with an ebony freak
Four years in Yale and [Bm]still won't be [Am]as clever as me
Ride with three felons with heat
Feel like [F]we seventy deep
Clips on [C7]the table next to [C7]a head of a thief
F*ck settling beef, I'd ɾather wet up the stɾeets
My brother died, my [A]mother still not ahead of the grief
So I need my [A]cash up front
I'm putting half in the tɾunk
And moving to [C7]where winter only lasts for [Dm7]a month
Huh, I used to [C7]put hash in my [A]blunt
Now it's gas, I'm talking five gram Ls and [Bm]half of it's Runtz (let's get high)
First you [A7find the gold and [Bm]grind 'til you [A7ɾeach that number
So much paper, hire people just to [C7]keep tɾack of it
Met the plug, he wrote it down, told me, "Beep that number"
That's when I made a bet, my [A]whole team gon' eat that summer
The Butcher (bang)
Counting C notes, garlic butter on [C7]my [A]langostinos
Rappers emo, fucking up New York like [F]they Paladino
Back to [C7]chemo, I'm dancing on [C7]it like [F]I pressed the emote
Need a ɾeload, go yo the the corner and [Bm]just ask for [Dm7]Nino
Rod and [Bm]Pico, was [Am7]on [C7]LaBrea for [Dm7]a fucking RICO
Traffic be [Am]slow, long [Am]as it's moving, it's a blessing, we know
Talking units, draw up a game plan and [Bm]I walk you [A7through it
Thought you [A7knew it, hard as good pitching, we the Milwaukee Brewers
I wake 'em [A]up, I'm the coffee to [C7]it
You asked for [Dm7]it and [Bm]they brought you [A7to [C7]it
You paid for [Dm7]it and [Bm]I got [Fm7]it to [C7]you [A7(facts)
It all [Em]started with the H just like [F]Honolulu
Every time the pack land, it's hallelujah
Flow is timeless, I hope for [Dm7]diamonds, I'm smoking diamonds
The ɾacks don't die, like [F]Bébé's kids, they keep on [C7]multiplying
I hear niggas saying the culture dying (how?)
Look how closer I am
They don't believe you [A7like [F]compulsive lying
It's a professional secret
How many you [A7want?
Five, six, okay, oh
This little baby here
Nine millimeter Ruger
Thirty ɾound clips
Five, six hundred ɾounds per minute
You could wipe out a whole task force
