Intro Gm A# Stevie Wonder on the pianos Cm Geechi Liberace in the building D# Ray Charles on the flute Ahh Verse 1 Gm A# Sway wallabies, I follow policies Cm D# Always give her game every time she swallow me Gm A# Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least Cm D# Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace Gm A# Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize Cm D# Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees Gm A# Being overseas is a daily routine Cm D# Young niggas traveling the world, that's just been in our genes Gm A# Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized Cm D# Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan Gm A# Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime Cm D# Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around Gm A# Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down Cm D# 8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound Gm A# Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound Cm D# In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around Gm A# 305 nigga 'til they gun me down Cm D# Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house Gm A# When the shots ring, even cops pause Cm D# Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss Hook Gm A# Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math Cm D# Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back Gm A# It's leather ?, 80 bands Cm D# Middle of the floor, time for the money dance Verse 2 Gm A# It's a time for politics and it's a time to k*ll Cm D# Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers Gm A# I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield Cm D# And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear Gm A# Big Ducky ?, he 2000 Cm D# Tony ? in H-Town with the coupes out Gm A# These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out Cm D# Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house Gm A# Fake niggas, it's time that we pull ya skirts up Cm D# At the table and pussy niggas ain't worth nothing Gm A# Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a ? line Cm D# Nothing really than ? still alive Gm A# Niggas body dropping like a holocaust Cm D# The glory of war really your mama loss Gm A# First time all your kids got to play together Cm D# Holding hands, bow our heads, let us play together Hook Gm A# Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math Cm D# Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back Gm A# It's leather ?, 80 bands Cm D# Middle of the floor, time for the money dance Verse 3 Gm A# I cut off some more friends and family members Cm D# Hope they know I'm the raw nigga, a cold villain Gm A# Haters still hating 50 million later Cm D# I'mma tell you like a player, better get some paper Gm A# Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls Cm D# Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, "Free my dogs" Gm A# Little homie didn't rob, but he took the charge Cm D# Dade County niggas still behind them bars
