(KimJ with the heat
XTT produced that one)
Yeah
My niggas didn't die broke but it ain't make sense
My head high doin' jail time
Them niggas turned, I was only a couple days in
I know not to call 'em next time
I questioned devils, won't ask again
Tryna make a billion [C7]on [C7]accident
Old money, I want no new friends
Won't get a chance to [C7]come and [Bm]hurt me again
Pain still the same, it get no better
I keep seein' blood on [C7]my [A]Margielas, ayy
'Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still lonely
Know I'm God sent, you [A7can smell it on [C7]me
And I still shine without the sun on [C7]me
First day outta jail, had a gun on [C7]me
Only way to [C7]beat me is make me stop breathin' or put the police on [C7]me
I'm a successful young nigga but I ain't scared to [C7]ɾisk it
Make them [A]boys spin on [C7]your block 'til they dizzy
Driver no show
Got them [A]ɾacks in the cup holder
I'm countin' money for [Dm7]the niggas that's gone
I'm countin' money for [Dm7]the niggas that's here
I can't let 'em [A]do me like [F]youngin, I know how it is
I knew the good die young ɾight when Ceelo got [Fm7]killed
Every time I speak about that shit, my [A]whole body get chills
So many times I ɾemember tellin' dude, "Chill"
Paramedics put the blanket on [C7]him
I look in Slim mama's eyes, I don't know how she feel
I know she hurt, she just play like [F]she stɾonger
Low with the hoodie on [C7]slidin' like [F]I'm Highbridge
Got more style than my [A]stylist
When I was [Am7]talkin', they ain't listen
Pain is my [A]witness
The pastor probably wanna kill me, I'm in church with my [A]pistol
I just talked to [C7]John Wall, he say his mama died
I guess ballin' don't mean nothin'
He was [Am7]askin' 'bout my [A]court date
I told him, "Ballin' don't mean nothin'"
Before I go to [C7]sleep, I hit my [A]knees and [Bm]I pray
Protect me from police and [Bm]keep them [A]demons away
I don't care what I see, Lord, just let me see today
For them [A]to [C7]free Draco, I'd do whatever that it takes, yeah
My niggas didn't die broke but it ain't make sense
My head high doin' jail time
Them [A]niggas turned, I was [Am7]only a couple days in
I know not to [C7]call [Em]'em [A]next time
I questioned devils, won't ask again
Tryna make a billion [C7]on [C7]accident
Old money, I want no new friends
Won't get a chance to [C7]come and [Bm]hurt me again
Pain still the same, it get no better
I keep seein' blood on [C7]my [A]Margielas, ayy
'Lot of niggas 'round me but I'm still lonely
Know I'm God sent, you [A7can smell it on [C7]me
