This song is from the album 25, released on 02 July 2021. The vocals are by G Herbo , Polo G, Lil Tjay, the music is produced by G Herbo, Polo G , Lil Tjay, and the lyrics are written by Ramsey Beatz.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 130 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 130 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 130 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] . Am G Grrt, boom, boom G F Lil Tjay F G Oh, oh Am Uh www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys Am Grandma tryna pray to the Lord G Raise hell if they take one of yours G My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored F Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score F Took a loss and that hurt to the core G Don't matter how much drugs I did, G how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour Am I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) G Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no, no) F Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) G Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) [VERSE] Am Stood over bro on the floor dying Am Thinking homicide, wasn't no crying G Hop out, glizzies, forties, and four fives G Looking for the killers, ain't no time F 'Member we was drilling, oh, what a feeling F We ain't give a fuck about no time G That was before time, run on the opp, now it's your time G Clips is еxtended for showtime Am Wokе up, hit bro line Am Back out in traffic before nine Am We load it up, went on both sides G It's different phases, I did it perfect, amazing G Been on them bitches with no minds F I saw 'em bail out, headshot four times F Baby mama fell on the floor crying G Went on a hit, had to look before firing G 'Cause my auntie, she shot with they dope line Am Lost too many niggas, when they died, I ain't even cry I ain't even feel it, I can't even lie G Staying in my city, I might end up a homicide Two gun cases 'cause I'm traumatized F Plus the police wanna kill a nigga, I wonder why F Bulletproof lack when I'm coming by G Ain't no saving them boys, I'ma still be the one to try G Hopefully, ain't gotta kill one of mine www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys Am Grandma tryna pray to the Lord G Raise hell if they take one of yours G My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored F Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score F Took a loss and that hurt to the core G Don't matter how much drugs I did, G how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour Am I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) G Uh, uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) F Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) G Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no) [VERSE] Am If he talking out his mouth, break his jaw Am Mind fucked, for the fallen, I'ma pour G Pain runnin' through my body, can't ignore G Cold world got my heart so sore F I ain't tryna feel pain no more F Can't change, I'ma bang that four G What you tryna live the gang life for? G Don't cap if the lane not yours Am I was a young nigga, misled every day, Am used to stay in the streets, huh G Hustling, I couldn't miss bread, G run that bag every day of the week, huh F Nigga try me and get hit dead, F all of my young niggas playing for keeps, huh G So you better off focusing instead, G better not go that way, it get deep, huh Am I'm smoking dummy, it's busting, Am this shit to the point that a nigga can't feel nothing G New opposition, I'm rushing, G I told all my shooters like hawk and go kill something F I lost a couple of soldiers, F I keep going over so now I don't feel nothing F G Crying, I'm letting that steel drum G We gon' spin through the opps and they still run [CHORUS] Am Streets got 'em, ain't no saving them boys Am Grandma tryna pray to the Lord G Raise hell if they take one of yours G My lil' shorty gon' slide when he bored F Lil' nigga off the porch tryna score F Took a loss and that hurt to the core G Don't matter how much drugs I did, G how much weed I hit, how much lean I pour Am I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) G Uh, uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) F Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no, no) G Uh, I don't wanna cry no more (No, no)
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