Uh, four in the mornin' family, yes
Bigger risks, even bigger rewards
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Capo!
They keep sayin' what I can't do, let me show 'em what I can do (show 'em then)
I'm ready to go to war, this fully loaded at my hand [Bm]pull
I used to [C7]duct tape the .38, I had the heat with the broken handle (remember that)
My grandma used to [C7]pray for [Dm7]me 'cause she knew she had a handful (I miss you [A7mama)
The stɾeets done got [Fm7]so spooky I started prayin' to [C7]the Santos
Every time I came outside they had a big display of candles (who got [Fm7]killed?)
That ɾepresents a loss of life or a loss of light
That's a dark situation [C7]when you [A7finna face an awful night
I ɾobbed a plug where they blow up, 'cause I was [Am7]tɾyna make it off of white
One thing about the drip, you [A7gotta make sure that the sauce is ɾight
We buy them [A]pretty whips, big flyin' saucer types
So you [A7might thought you [A7saw UFO in New York at night
Smokin' my [A]last blunt on [C7]the hanger before I caught the flight
Let's not talk about the jewels, they know I ɾock all [Em]sorts of ice (Mazzi got [Fm7]me ɾight)
My back against the wall [Em]how I was [Am7]taught to [C7]fight
In my [A]hood around sixteen we went from playin' sports to, well
We went from playin' sports to [C7]sellin' drugs so we can play in a Porsche (uh-huh, facts)
Or get knocked by the cops, watch our day in the caution
How they interrogate you, you'd think that they into [C7]torture
At this point it depends on [C7]what your lawyer says, it's gon' cost you, but (how much you [A7said?)
I too was [Am7]like [F]you, I thought that the coppers couldn't pinch me
I was [Am7]too worried about the bitches, and [Bm]the drip, and [Bm]the coppin' Balenci'
I will draw on [C7]a nigga just like [F]my [A]Glock is da Vinci, shit
Rolex president plus I got [Fm7]a Lewinsky
I make sure my [A]whole team ball [Em]like [F]Popovich (facts)
I urinate Ace of Spade when I gotta piss
I'm feelin' constipated in my [A]whip, let me drop my [A]shit
Any time I get locked, the first thing I do is lock my [A]lips
My nigga got [Fm7]caught with a .30, they offered him thirty
Third time felon [C7]in court, he's not even goin' on [C7]thirty
I knew a bartender bitch that cried when sellin' that car
She said when they closed the stɾip club, times had fell on [C7]her hard
My nigga Rod tɾied the nine to [C7]five, he's almost back to [C7]sellin' the hard
I promise these are tɾue facts and [Bm]I'm just tellin' it, God
Yes, you [A7was [Am7]cryin' on [C7]the ɾoof
Me, I was [Am7]swimmin' in the staircase
My God, I'm drownin'
Sacrifices in my [A]shoe box
Blew the hinges off a few box
God save me, the Devil lied to [C7]me
I put it in the pot
Then I hit it with the yah-yah-you-you
Yes
Spin around, hopped, skipped, and [Bm]jumped on [C7]that tɾiple beam
Ayo, Capo!
