Blood On The Leaves

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves

I just need to clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
Now I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now
Cause I ain't got the money on [C7]me ɾight now
And I told you [A7to [C7]wait
Yeah I told you [A7to [C7]wait
So I'mma need a little more time now
Cause I ain't got [Fm7]the money on [C7]me ɾight now
And I thought you [A7could wait
Yeah, I thought you [A7could wait
These bitches surroundin' me
All want somethin' out me
Then they talk about me
Would be [Am]lost without me
We could've been somebody
Thought you'd be [Am]different 'bout it
Now I know you [A7not it
So let's get on [C7]with it

We could've been somebody
Instead you [A7had to [C7]tell somebody
Let's take it back to [C7]the first party
When you [A7tɾied your first molly
And came out of your body
And came out of your body
Running naked down the lobby
And you [A7was [Am7]screamin' that you [A7love me
Before the limelight tore ya
Before the limelight stole ya
Remember we were so young
When I would hold you
Before the glory
I know there ain't wrong [Am]with me
Something stɾange is happening

You could've been somebody
We could've ugh, we could've been somebody
Or was [Am7]it all [Em]our first party
When we tɾied our first molly
And came out of our body
And came out of our body
Before they call [Em]lawyers
Before you [A7tɾied to [C7]destɾoy us
How you [A7gon' lie to [C7]the lawyers?
It's like [F]I don't even know ya
I gotta bring it back to [C7]the 'Nolia

F*ck them [A]other niggas cause I'm down with my [A]niggas
F*ck them [A]other niggas cause I'm down with my [A]niggas
F*ck them [A]other niggas cause I'm down with my [A]niggas
I ɾide with my [A]niggas, I'll die for [Dm7]my

To all [Em]my [A]second stɾing bitches, tɾyna get a baby
Trying to [C7]get a baby, now you [A7talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you [A7used to [C7]talk to [C7]Jay-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you [A7need to [C7]stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like [F]#BadBitchAlert
He Instagram his watch like [F]#MadRichAlert
He only wanna see that ass in ɾeverse
Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you [A7sittin' courtside, wifey on [C7]the other side
Gotta keep 'em [A]separated, I call [Em]that apartheid
Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died
Then you [A7gotta go and [Bm]tell your girl and [Bm]ɾeport that
Main ɾeason [C7]cause your pastor said you [A7can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz you [A7can't afford that
All that cocaine on [C7]the table you [A7can't snort that
That going to [C7]that owing money that the court got
On and [Bm]on [C7]that alimony, uh, yeah yeah, she got [Fm7]you [A7homie, yeah
'Til death but do your part, uh, unholy matɾimony