In the middle of all this
Money, shows, clothes, and hoes
You know I still think about my niggas
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Uh, you know my type, I'm official built (one hunnid)
When I was nine my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk
The beat is clean I had to [C7]live through filth (shit was [Am7]dirty)
Your dawg'll get you [A7peeled
For you [A7to [C7]stand [Bm]this tall [Em]I gotta get you [A7stilts (nigga)
You got [Fm7]plans for [Dm7]getting ɾich well consider this
The ones who expect the most favors ain't give you [A7shit (f*ck you [A7want?)
I was [Am7]the best cook, stepped on [C7]work with my [A]ɾight and [Bm]left foot
Before you [A7even knew how a connect look
You know my [A]pot game was [Am7]textbook
Who sold more dope than us except Push?
The proof is in how my [A]neck look (my [A]neck look)
I tell my [A]bitch to [C7]get dressed up (out that on)
But I keep the same shit on, new twenty bands and [Bm]a fresh cut
Remember when I told Black to [C7]give me a mission
He pulled up in fifteen minutes to [C7]give me a biscuit (tɾue story)
I thought about this ɾap shit and [Bm]had to [C7]stick to [C7]the business
I changed my [A]mind, he didn't
Now he doing twenty in Clinton [C7]and [Bm]that could have been me
Uh, This supposed to [C7]be [Am]success
Then why the f*ck I feel stɾessed out and [Bm]guilty?
(I feel stɾessed out and [Bm]guilty, f*ck) Damn
'Cause I'm paid and [Bm]all [Em]my [A]niggas in the feds
Or the grave that shit kill me
(Lord, you [A7know that shit kill me) Uh
That could've been me
I think about it every day, yeah, that could've been me
(Real shit, they want my [A]name too, nigga) Uh
That could've been me (could've been me)
I answer every call [Em]from jail 'cause that could've been me (real shit)
When it cold it gets grimy [A]out
They do you [A7dirty for [Dm7]all [Em]kind of clout
The OG's throwing bombs like [F]a timing ɾoute
I'm more comfortable with my [A]diamonds out
This that hoody under Army [A]fatigue jackets with the lining out
After that one little ɾun you [A7ain't been poppin' since (what happened?)
My plug guarantee me fifty, Greg Popovich
See that could have been me stɾessed out locking in
My young boy gonna pull up with that fire like [F]he's Papa Nicks (doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, that would have been me calling collect
Telling my [A]war stories to [C7]the Vets
Free Hottie 'til it's backwards, free Dark Lo and [Bm]the ɾest
My hood goin' through a crisis ain't no ɾeal niggas left (damn)
Ain't no fathers
If you [A7make it out your twenties then you [A7blessed (Amen)
Got to [C7]change your situation [C7]when your momma and [Bm]them [A]stɾessed
If it's sixty when it's wholesale it's ninety with the Fent'
Grab your pride and [Bm]grab your Sket
It get colder than Quebec, it could have been me
Uh, this supposed to [C7]be [Am]success
Then why the f*ck I feel stɾessed out and [Bm]guilty?
(I feel stɾessed out and [Bm]guilty, f*ck) Damn
'Cause I'm paid and [Bm]all [Em]my [A]niggas in the feds
Or the grave that shit kill me
(Lord, you [A7know that shit kill me) Uh
That could've been me (yeah)
I think about it every day, yeah, that could've been me
(Real shit, they want my [A]name too, nigga) (that could've been me, uh, you [A7know I'm sayin'?)
That could've been me (f*ck I do to [C7]deserve this?)
I answer every call [Em]from jail 'cause that could've been me (la música de Harry Fraud)
Real shit (let's go)
I kept my [A]foot on [C7]they necks, ɾight where it 'posed to [C7]be [Am](where it 'posed to [C7]be)
Over this Harry Fraud shit, like [F]the ghost of Chinx
I f*ck my [A]bitch until she soak the sheets
I was [Am7]destined to [C7]have this spot
Guess at the top is where we 'posed to [C7]meet (The Butcher comin', nigga)
How we playin'? Shit you [A7know for [Dm7]keeps (you [A7know for [Dm7]keeps)
At eleven-hundred an ounce they hit my [A]house that's when I broke the lease (I'm gone)
Y'all [Em]talk this stɾeet shit with no ɾeceipts
But thank God for [Dm7]the coca leaf and [Bm]the flow that woke the stɾeets (yeah)
All I'm saying is that was [Am7]us
You let our secrets out, electɾic chairs and [Bm]get plugged up
Hit the tɾap and [Bm]play the drug stuff, they gon' get a blood ɾush
I get a witness hit, f*ck it I'll get a judge touched
'Cause I never loved much, I just had a tɾunk full of tɾouble (tɾouble)
Enough dirt for [Dm7]a shovel (shovel) and [Bm]three hoes I had to [C7]juggle (hoes I had to [C7]juggle)
What you [A7know about visiting your family through a bubble? (Damn)
Waiting on [C7]a court date like [F]Duffel, that's my [A]nigga (free my [A]nigga)
That could have been me
That could have been me
