Chorus: Swae Lee]
AmF
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
AmF
I said close your mouth and eat
AmF
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
AmF
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
AmF
I said close your mouth and eat
AmF
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Am
I'm from the hood and it's evident
F
Used to sell drugs out my residence
Am
Stayed in section 8 with relatives
F
Opportunity knockin', I let 'em in
Am
I done put Forgis on everything
F
I left the mall like Ginobili
AmF
And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me
Am
I pray my mama quit smokin'
F
When my dad died, I got focused
Am
I gotta table full of Ace of Spades
F
I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh)
Am
Ain't heard a word from my old friends
F
Heard they wanna kick my doors in
Am
I done loaded up the 2-2-3
F
I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah
Am
Lord knows, stashed work in the console
AmF
So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door
AmF
Bond on me like the sun on me
AmF
Gettin' this bread she say, "You dropped crumbs on me"
AmF
Walked in the club and got ones only
AmF
Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only
AmF
Raised by single parent Black woman
AmF
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
Chorus: Swae Lee]
AmF
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
AmF
I said close your mouth and eat
AmF
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
AmF
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
AmF
I said close your mouth and eat
AmF
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
AmF
Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat
AmF
Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door
AmF
Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw
Am
Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo
AmAmF
No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled
AmF
Most of my partnas got charges
AmF
And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges
AmF
Trappin' up outta the college
AmF
I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana
AmF
Raised by a single parent Black woman
AmF
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
Chorus: Swae Lee]
AmF
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
AmF
I said close your mouth and eat
AmF
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
AmF
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
AmF
I said close your mouth and eat
AmF
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
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