|Intro|
Bm
I don’t even know what’s goin’ on no more
I don’t even know what’s happenin’ man
Ain’t no answers
I’ma figure some shit out thought, ya heard?
You know
Yeah, yeah
Just try to get my weight up
Try to get all my watches in order
Get my safe up
Get great
|Verse 1|
Bm
I’m twenty-one years past the twenty-seven club
It’s like I went back into may past and then I sped it up
Robert Johnson, Winehouse and Morrison found where Heaven was
Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust
Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome, and the scary stuff
I told my brother Jung, “Fuck ’em, they gon’ through Hell with us
They don’t have the history in the streets that compare with us”
Hood niggas they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis
Only thing undefeatred is time
Second is the internet, number three is this rhyme
Before security, my dog had to sneak in the nine
God must be on my side
I had to eat and provide
My winning streak is divine
I told Thun, “Leave the street shit behind
Don’t let ’em hype you a slow run beats cheatin’ the grind”
Dog, I’m tellin’ it like it is
You gotta deal with the consequence
When you run in a nigga’s crib nigga you better be ready to sit
|Chorus|
Em G
Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
F#m Am
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Em G
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
F#m Am
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Em G F#m Am
Left ’em speechless
Em G F#m Am
Left ’em speechless
|Verse 2|
Bm
Pick a down on his luck rapper
Bet her broke the arrogance of a crackhead
Mad at a weed smoker, or a pill taker
Who hate a distilled wine drinker
A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger
Aight, I get it
It’s who the littest, we in competition
Y’all did adversity to death, I got a proposition
You and your brothers stop plottin’ on each other, plot on millions
Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest
Spread your bets out, double down on what’s working
Then you double up
Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch
Honestly, I’m speechless
Fly to Greece, twenty pointers on the chain, I freaked it
Lawn chair in the hood, sittin’ comfortably
I must be insane givin’ you bars runnin’ companies
I’m done with the redundancies
Checking on my history, making content for Viacom
License music to Tiffany’s, I come from
|Chorus|
Em G
Dope dealers, street hustlers, pot cases
F#m Am
Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases
Em G
Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces
F#m Am
Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it
Em
Left ’em speechless
G
(Just like when the judge read the sentence, threw your life away in minutes)
F#m
Left ’em speechless
Am
(The bounce back, the greatest feeling when they thought you was finished)
Em G F#m Am
Left ’em speechless
Em G F#m Am
Speechless