(HONEYWOODSIX)
I was fresh home, dead broke, still
I felt blessed (Blessed)
All my niggas gettin' money, still
I felt left (Ah)
We was buyin' light way before we went jail
(yeah)
Came home, everybody's cookin' it themself
(Cookin') in jail, told my [A]nigga hurry
Get me in the kitch' (Kitch')
In a hurry to [C7]get ɾich
(Rich) , but I can't get nicked (No)
Cah that case ain't over yet
They got [Fm7]me on [C7]bail (Ah)
Passport and [Bm]they want assurity as well (Ah)
Sis had to [C7]pay, man, I didn't have a dime
(None)
Life, I'm ɾеally gettin' sick of doin' crime
(yeah) but I can't do that timе
For that shit they're accusin' (No)
Hammer and [Bm]a shootin' (Shootin')
There's no way that I'm losin' (No)
Bros on [C7]it too, but they got [Fm7]him on [C7]two (Ah)
Plus three hammers
They said one of them [A]were used to [C7]hit a boy
(Hit a boy) , I'm on [C7]tag, I'm a bit annoyed
All I'm ɾeally thinkin, ' though, this case
I gotta beat (Beat) awaitin' tɾial
They said it'll take 'em [A]several weeks
(Seven) told my [A]lawyer when I go to [C7]court
I better leave we'll see
Thought of waitin' and [Bm]not knowin' (Knowin')
Indictment sheet long
Gotta take it in the moment (yeah)
Tell your story, but don't miss parts
I'm just paintin' pictures, man
This shit's art you [A7never know the ending
When this shit starts
Sometimes it gets ɾeal
You gotta switch paths
Gotta do what's best, but play by the ɾules
Stɾeets sellin' lies, I tɾied buy it all
Mummy [A]told the tɾuth, only see it now
When shit gets ɾeal, they won't be [Am]around
Let me take you [A7back in time
Before they kicked the door (Door)
Twelve tens, three twos
Or we could pick the fours (Options)
Rum's house
Mummy [A]said "Don't smoke in the ɾoom" (No)
At one stage, we all [Em]had smoke in the ɾoom
(Ah) leavin' out, black attire
She don't understand [Bm](No)
Then couple minutes later, they heard "Bang"
(Baow) ɾunnin' 'round like [F]we weren't
Sane in the head so much works hot, man
We had to [C7]spray paint the ped (Switch it)
Forward to [C7]the money, I was [Am7]little league
(Little league) 'Til my [A]nigga that's in jail
Threw a brick on [C7]me (Take it)
It was [Am7]pressure, but I got [Fm7]it gone quick
Couple months later, gone through about six
(Six) flew it off my [A]brick
Didn't care about the feds (No)
Plug told me pattern up and
Sent me down and [Bm]encs now I order them [A]safe
(Safe) , forward that flake (Forward)
Take more
Probably feed about four more estates (yeah)
Tell your story, but don't miss parts
I'm just paintin' pictures, man
This shit's art you [A7never know the ending
When this shit starts
Sometimes it gets ɾeal
You gotta switch paths
Gotta do what's best, but play by the ɾules
Stɾeets sellin' lies, I tɾied buy it all
Mummy [A]told the tɾuth, only see it now
When shit gets ɾeal, they won't be [Am]around
Stɾeet side effects, you [A7know
That's some ɾeal stuff ɾight there
Feel me? You can go to [C7]jail
Do mad years behind this shit
Lose your life behind this
It's ɾeal ɾeal stuff ɾight now
The judge birdied the team, you [A7know
Gave your boy sixteen EPP but
They say difficult ɾoads often
Lead to [C7]beautiful destinations
That's one statement there that I live by
You feel me?
