This single was released on 20 September 2019.
Scale: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 97 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am F Loved each other way more than we loved life G Was so close people thought we had a love life Am We loved each other way more than we loved life (Helluva made this beat, baby) Still do (Ayy, JB) [VERSE ONE] F I used to be like, "I don't need security" (Street niggas) Em I don't want these niggas thinking that it's fear in me (At all) Am Told my driver "Be on point," he wasn't hearing' me (Driver) Am Those shots went off, I'm steady callin', you ain't answerin' You scarin' me (Hello?) F In my city if you winnin', you can't stay Em They call bein' broke "Real," they call gettin' money "Fake" Am I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin' at my date? Am I gave you some food, why you still lookin' at my plate, nigga? Am They say they love us, but that love might be hate Am I can't really tell the difference, salt and sugar look the same (It's tricky) Am Look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake (Damn) Am Look how they tried to do me, but got JB Am Man, that jealousy so real, man, that hate so deep Am Man, that envy shit so real, you make it out these streets Am You saw it wasn't me and still shot, what she do to you? (What she do to you?) Am We was just winnin', now I'm cryin' at your funeral Am But every tear I shed another thousand on your head, nigga (That's on my fuckin' momma) Am Now show your face and think I'm playin', nigga Am Every tear I shed another thousand on your head, boy (On my daddy grave) Am Now show your face and think I'm playin' Am Ayy, JB, I wish I was sittin' outside with you Am And I was in that bank with you Am You know your favorite rapper wouldn't have never let them guys get you Am I would've shot 'em, left 'em dyin', leakin' in the street Am Wouldn't have ran, would smoke the rest and watch that man go to sleep Am And you think they came for her? Am Man you know they came for me Am They took my heart and my brains, niggas know that I can't think Am How I'm playin' with these drums, niggas know I'm like Tay Keith Am Eye's bloodshot red, niggas know I ain't been sleepin' Am F But all these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep (Make it hard to sleep) Em All this anger inside make it hard to grieve (Make it hard to grieve) Am Ayy, all this nicotine make it hard to breathe (Make it hard to breathe) Am All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep (Make it hard to sleep) F They found a murder weapon, bro, it's gon' be hard to beat (It's gon' be hard to beat) Em First offer 50 years so it's hard to plea, ayy (It's gon' be hard to plea) Am And if they do somethin' to us then they known for it (They known for it) Am But if we do somethin' to them, then we wrong for it (Then we wrong for it) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Fuck that, if you take mines, I take yours, homie (I take yours, homie) Am Then gon' pray to the Lord "Don't be too hard on me" (Please) Am Yeah, you drop one, I drop four, homie (I drop four, homie) Am They be like "God, please don't be too hard on me" (Please) [VERSE TWO] Am If we tear this bitch up, they gon' say I'm dead wrong (Dead wrong) Am Fuck that, these niggas got my aunty with a headstone (Damn) Am Niggas tellin' me what to do like they smart as me (What?) Am But they ain't take your heart from you, they took my heart from me (Bitch) Am I got one less person that wanted more from me Am Ready to kill whoever play with me or shorted me (Don't play) Am I got your kids, I got Nanni, I got Nell too Am I got your babies, Kee and Zi and Gabrielle too (Oh) Am I got your sister and your mommy and your fam' too (I got 'em) Am How the fuck you gon' die on me? I can't stand you (Damn) Am I pray they don't go to jail, I want 'em dead Am I'm just listenin' to the streets, hearin' everything they sayin' Am I'm just waitin' on a name, I'm just prayin' that they say it Am Give a fuck if it's the Mayor, nigga, million on his head, ayy, ayy (Whole ticket on his top) Am Wish I can wake you up and beat your ass Am 'Cause I was just tellin' you about them dreams I had (Free my [?]) F Em Ayy, niggas snatched my heart out my chest, can't nobody replace it Am Wouldn't have ever believed you was fuckin' with your baby Am "Make sure Tee good" is all I ever heard you sayin' Am F Tryna hold my head, I don't know if I'ma make it (Mh-hm) This shit been eatin' me (Eatin' up) G Am I don't know what you seen in me, but you believed in me ('Lieved in me) Am Tell them "Keep that fake love, let me grieve in peace" (Fuck that shit) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am You drop mines, I drop yours, homie (I drop yours) Am You drop one, I drop four, homie (I drop it four) Am Then be like "God, please don't be too hard on me" (God, please) Am God please don't close the door on me (Please)
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