Song Scale: Bb Minor
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 65
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
(Intro)
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(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
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(Mello made it right)
[VERSE]
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Roast these niggas up, ayy, ghost these problems, ayy
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Mostly toolied up, goons, ghosts, and goblins
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Now mostly bougie stuff, don’t see problems
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Know she said she was, but, no, she wasn’t, yeah
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Posted hoodied up, yeah, Gucci bottoms, yeah
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Yeah, she lookin’ sweet, but low-key rotten (Haha), yeah
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Soldiers Uzi’d up, best know we got them, yeah
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All these dudes in touch, but low-key Gotham (Smashin’)
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He’s in the back (Huh? Yeah), he got the massive Glock (Yeah)
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He’s on the left side, squeezin’ the Macintosh (Mmh, yeah)
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Hollowman’s back (Ooh, yeah), you know that I’m back on top (Top)
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And everyone eats (What? Yeah), and that’s when the rations stop (Jheeze, yeah)
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You sat on the fence (Fence), you gettin’ me tense (Me tense)
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Like go get my money, my twenty percent (Jheeze)
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Big movies over there, best know we shot them (Shot them)
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Yeah, all these dudes in touch, plus
(Chorus)
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Nigga, we, we been through all of this before, cocaine in a drawer
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Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
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Comin’ from the bottom, stretchin’ pockets, know we poor
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Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
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We been through all of this before, duckin’ from the war
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Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
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But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
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Cocaine in a corner pocket, hopin’ that
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You know we been through all this before
[VERSE]
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I do not fuck with nobody, I do not have me no friends
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I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so if I love you depends
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I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin’ the ‘prints
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I did the math, the graph, and givin’ you half ain’t makin’ no sense
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I’m still real, and I’m still screamin’, “Brook-Brooklyn”
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Great scene in that good book
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Dope game in my cold vein, so cocaine in my cookbook
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Dark skin in my snow white, I think it’s a good look
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Picked up where you left off, and I gave back what the hood took, so
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Callin’ it now, next year I’m takin’ a Grammy
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Usually Sheniqua exclusive, tonight I’m just thinkin’ ’bout takin’ an Annie
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And they just know I’m the key, so I’m just takin’ a nanny
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Niggas’ll back out they pack and relax off the sack like I’m takin’ a Xanny
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Man’s on a crusade ting
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Niggas’ll aim at your head and they come for your top on a toupée ting
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Bitches’ll play with your heart, just to ball because they on a 2K ting
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I’ll tell a bad bitch to kick it and push it and skate on a Lupe ting
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If it is black, then I’m black and I’m black and I’m back on a D‘USSÉ ting
(Chorus)
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Nigga, we, we been through all of this before, cocaine in a drawer
Bbm
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for the war
Bbm
Comin’ from the bottom, stretchin’ pockets, know we poor
Bbm
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
Bbm
We been through all of this before, duckin’ from the war
Bbm
Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
Bbm
But only life that we saw, pistols in a drawer
Bbm
Cocaine in a corner pocket, hopin’ that
Bbm
You know we been through all this before
Roast these niggas up, ghost these problems
Mostly toolied up goons, ghost, and goblins
Nah, mostly bougie stuff, don’t see problems
Know she said she was, but no, she wasn’t
Yeah, posted hoodied up, yeah, Gucci bottoms
Yeah, yeah, she lookin’ sweet, but lowkey rotten (haha)
Yeah, soldiers Uzi’d up, best know we got them
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, but lowkey Gotham (smashin’)
He’s in the back (yeah), he got the massive Glock (yeah)
He’s on the left side, squeezin’ the Macintosh (mmh, yeah)
Hollow man’s back (yeah), you know that I’m back on top
And everyone eats (yeah), and that’s when the rations stop (yeah, yeah)
You sound offense (offense), you gettin’ me tense (me tense)
Now go get my money, my twenty percent (jheeze)
Big movies over there, best know we shot them (shot them)
Yeah, all these dudes in touch, plus
Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin’ from the bottom, scratchin’ pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before
Duckin’ from the law
Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
But only life that we saw
Pistols in a drawer, Cocaine in a corner pocket
Hopin’ that you know we been through all this before
I do not fuck with nobody, I do not have me no friends
I got a GoFundMe and a Venmo, so, if I love you, depends
I got a brother that shoots, I am just wipin’ the prints
I did the math, the graph
and givin’ you half ain’t makin’ no sense
I’m still real, and I’m still screamin’, “Brook-Brooklyn”
Grey scene and that good book
Dope game in my co-vein, so Cocaine in my cookbook
Dark skin in my snow-white
I think it’s a good look
Picked up where you left off
and I gave back what the hood took
So, callin’ it now, next year I’m takin’ a Grammy
Usually Sheniqua exclusive
tonight I’m just thinkin’ ’bout takin’ an Addy
And they just know I’m the king
so, I’m just takin’ a niney
Niggas’ll back out their pack, I’m relaxed
out the sack like I’m takin’ a Xanny
Man’s on a crusade ting
niggas’ll aim at your head and they come for your top
on a toupee ting
Bitches’ll play with your heart
just a bopper, ’cause they on a 2K ting
I’ll tell a bad bitch to kick it and push it
and skate on a Lupe ting
If it is black, then I’m black and I’m black and I’m back on a D’USSE ting
Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin’ from the bottom, scratchin’ pockets, know we poor
Ten years later, same shit, just more mature
We been through all of this before
Duckin’ from the law
Hopin’ that forever comes, knowin’ this is life
But only life that we saw
Pistols in a drawer, Cocaine in a corner pocket
Hopin’ that you know we been through all this before
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