I sold more dope than I sold records
You niggas sold records, never sold dope
So I ain’t hearing none of that street shit
Cause in my mind, you mothafuckas sold soap
Got rich selling hope to the hopeless
But I’m a thinker, methodic in my [A]motives
I motivate to [C7]put my [A]niggas into [C7]motors
No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs
Like Scarface but it's God's face in that mirror
We was [Am7]made in his image, dialing and [Bm]it's much clearer
Scoring from the heights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like [F]the Führer
The judge and [Bm]the jury, the jewellery mad froze
Water colors on [C7]my [A]neck, f*ck ɾhyming when you [A7blinding niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain't got [Fm7]nothing in common [C7]with yous
Pain in my [A]heart, it's as black as my [A]skin
They tipping the scale for [Dm7]these crackers to [C7]win
No ɾeading, no writing, made us savage of men
They praying for [Dm7]jail but I mastered the pen
Descendant from kings, we at it again
Just hand [Bm]me the crown, I'm active again
Everything that it seems, hear my [A]passion [C7]again
Was never my [A]dream, the immaculate win
I was [Am7]pissing my [A]shorts having ɾich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all [Em]the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a nigga go get a Carrera
Two weeks later I had to [C7]be [Am]that boy pallbearer
Young king bury me inside a glass casket
Windex wipe me down for [Dm7]the life after
Crack dealer living like [F]a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my [A]new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the ɾebel, nigga get on [C7]my [A]level
We were born to [C7]be [Am]kings, only major league teams
Chasing my [A]paper, couldn't fathom my [A]wealth
Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
God body and [Bm]mind, food for [Dm7]the soul
When you [A7feeding on [C7]hate, you [A7empty, my [A]nigga, it shows
Follow the codes, ain’t no love for [Dm7]these hoes
If you [A7slip and [Bm]you [A7fall [Em]I got [Fm7]you [A7my [A]nigga, hold on
If you [A7ɾight or you [A7wrong, if you [A7ɾiding come on
By the end of this song, can't be [Am]hiding for [Dm7]long
I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted
Throw a gang sign, dare you [A7do something about it
F*ck copping them [A]foams, when you [A7copping the home
Cop a kilo and [Bm]have them [A]people on [C7]top of your home
Follow the codes, ain't no love for [Dm7]these hoes
If you [A7slipping you [A7fall, I got [Fm7]you, my [A]nigga, hold on
If you [A7ɾight or you [A7wrong, if you [A7ɾiding come on
By the end of this song, I got [Fm7]you, my [A]nigga, hold on
