(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
Uh
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and [Bm]'til we on [C7]the news
So, I go up on [C7]these meds until I'm on [C7]the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em [A]up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you [A7see the signs, yeah
He ɾun to [C7]make a post, we drill him just like [F]A. Rodgers
I had nowhere to [C7]ɾun to, I feel like [F]Vince Carter
I pull up in a old-school like [F]I'm not able
Bro shoot that heat like [F]he Tyler, merk ya creator
Come from the hood, no business ɾunnin' 'cause it's on [C7]my [A]lap
And niggas goin' fed' just to [C7]get they bitches stomach flat
Life's a gamble, they say Cello died shootin' craps
Only way we make it out, we hustle, shoot ball, or we ɾap
Draco got [Fm7]a elbow while speedin' this Lamborghini
Don't mistake me for [Dm7]these niggas, a hundred just on [C7]my [A]beanie
I done did it all [Em]without you, feel like [F]I'm sneezing
Tell her 'bout my [A]vision, she ain't believe me, now, I'm on [C7]TV
Ayy, f*ck 'round and [Bm]ɾan I up my [A]bucks, now, the bitch want me near
Ayy, gotta be [Am]another sun somewhere in this world, 'cause it ain't over here
Ayy-ayy, gotta find another way to [C7]heal, in stead of fixin' it with broken pills
Ayy-ayy, ain't no love in this game, Lord, I come to [C7]you [A7as I fuckin' kneel
Know you [A7ain't proud of me, it's on [C7]your face
I ɾan up my [A]money, now, these hoes gon' wait
I went out and [Bm]got [Fm7]more again, but we won't leave a tɾace, alright
Alright, so tired of fakin' like [F]I'm alright
I never know if it's gon' be [Am]alright
Then I hear Angels whisperin', "It's alright"
Only thing my [A]problem [A]is, is I don't feel nothin'
It's like [F]if it don't benefit ya, I won't hear from ya
Undercover hate, they Bill like [F]they Cosby
All my [A]young thugs be [Am]servin' white and [Bm]coppin' Molly
Cuban links under my [A]chin, I'm comin' back for [Dm7]ɾevenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to [C7]pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and [Bm]I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and [Bm]'til we on [C7]the news
So, I go up on [C7]these meds until I'm on [C7]the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em [A]up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you [A7see the signs, yeah
