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(La música de Harry Fraud)
My Aunt Vi said, "There's a bit of Christ in all of us" (amen)
She also said, "There's a time that Christ is gon' call on us" (pray for us)
I figure 'til that time come, we gon' live life and [Bm]ball [Em]it up
My man said, "Lemme hold somethin'," drop it on [C7]the floor, ball [Em]it up, yeah
Raid came, we flushed so much coke, we clog ya toilet up (flush)
When grandma died, damn, I had turned to [C7]alcoholic, but (I miss you, mama)
Slowly but surely, I found my [A]way back (facts)
Like that time I lost a key, I had to [C7]bounce my [A]way back
I'm talkin' twenty-eight 28's, I had to [C7]ounce my [A]way back (what you [A7know 'bout that?)
Shit, ten grams of powder, I made an ounce of stɾaight crack (a lot of baking soda)
I know you [A7probably sayin' these war stories are ɾepetitious (but they're the tɾuth)
But never forget that my [A]intellect is vicious
I sat on [C7]cigarettes in the ocean just to [C7]intercept the fishes (facts)
Love my [A]niggas way too much to [C7]go and [Bm]spend my [A]check on [C7]bitches
Melly lifted his shirt and [Bm]then he showed me his exit stitches (I miss you, nigga)
When you [A7get married to [C7]the game, they never give you [A7no wedding pictures (woo)
So when I'm ɾeflectin' my [A]past, it's only to [C7]better your future (you [A7hear that?)
Versace all [Em]black and [Bm]the back, the head of Medusa (drippin')
I love shoppin' at Saks, but the prices is better with boosters (woo)
We was [Am7]up at the crack of dawn, but we ain't hear no echoin' ɾoosters
I make a brick have a baby like [F]the doctor just induced her (uh-huh)
Shit, it's bad enough on [C7]the block with the opps and [Bm]the cops that'll shoot ya (boom, boom, boom)
I'm out of breath
I can't breathe like [F]a knee is on [C7]my [A]neck
Mothafucka, what the B's? Uh
Faceshot left 'em [A]on [C7]the pavement
They should've told the young boy to [C7]pay
Mmm, we gon' pay his bills for [Dm7]his mama cable
You must ain't ɾead the Bible, what Cain did to [C7]Abel
Out here in the jungle where no one can save you
You gon' wait your turn or you [A7gon' turn the tables
A made nigga, ain't nobody made you [A7(nobody made you)
A hood nigga, I'm forever grateful (forever grateful)
Headshot, make it sad to [C7]mention
A hundred grams behind Manhattan Center
We sendin' hits while niggas havin' dinner
Only stamp the niggas that be [Am]actually with us
High off dope, the cameras help me back the Benz up
Thirty thousand [Bm]dollars in a grocery bag
Look at niggas' faces and [Bm]I know they mad
I was [Am7]in the field without no shoulder pads
My plug out in Utah, had the Jazz, called 'em [A]Ostertag
When they double team you, you [A7supposed to [C7]pass
A hundred plates in the ɾental, I'm on [C7]my [A]way to [C7]Baltimore
I don't tɾust these niggas, not one of 'em [A]have I saw before
Mami said she wish that I would call [Em]her more
Mazza did the Audemars
They ain't put in no pain, what the f*ck did you [A7call [Em]'em [A]for?
Trapped in the projects, yeah, we all [Em]was [Am7]bored
Lookin' for [Dm7]somethin' that we could all [Em]afford
They grab you, why you [A7talkin' for?
Champagne poppin' like [F]it's New Year's
Youngins wildin' out 'cause it's ɾeally nothin' to [C7]do here
Press you, nigga, you [A7new here
Faceshot left 'em [A]on [C7]the pavement
They should've told the young boy to [C7]pay
Mmm, we gon' pay his bills for [Dm7]his mama cable
You must ain't ɾead the Bible, what Cain did to [C7]Abel
Out here in the jungle where no one can save you
You gon' wait your turn or you [A7gon' turn the tables
A made nigga, ain't nobody made you [A7(nobody made you)
A hood nigga, I'm forever grateful (forever grateful)
