This single was released on 08 January 2025. The vocals are by Ray Vaughn, the music is produced by Sounwave, Juju The Fool, M-Tech , Jack Antonoff, and the lyrics are written by Ray Vaughn.
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 80 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 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 80 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am Look, courage come from niggas whose minds in the middle of nowhere Am It's monsters where I'm from, you stuck if you tryna go there Am Uncle was a crackhead, cocaine on his nose hairs Am Gettin' high with the low fares, no Jordans, just Pro Keds Am What's with the sneak dissin'? Takin' shots at us, then hide the Uzi Am 'Cause the only badass the world was recognizin' is Boosie Am Please don't get confused with shootin' the movies, we really shootin' Am Was on Soul album, so if you ask me, you look like a goofy Am I hope this messagе reaches you well Am And Tory, you should bе ashamed of yourself Am 'Cause DDG needed to sell, you did a verse from a cell Am 'Fore you went the jail, in the booth, me and you was Kenan and Kel Am Stranger things happened on the mic' when niggas beef over Ls Am Don't think you shot her, I was prayin' for your freedom as well Am You loyal to rappers in your early days you beefed with as well Am If ain't no friendlies in the , then we gon' blick you as well Am Shoulda did sixty days in for a podcast Am I treat Mal like orders from Temu, he'll get boxed bad Am When it seem like everyone hate us, how can we not crash? Am The Pop Out did somethin' for niggas who don't got dads, watch us make the stock crash Am Kids play with cap guns, last year was act one Am I'm so that nigga, black gums, I came for chicken, flats, drums Am This TikTok crash out slang is not the right one Am Our crash out is doin' shit you could never come back from Am Speakin' on the land and it's a quiet place Am Marathon my sound track to my life, we in a giant race Am My hustle before rap was client based, pray they don't violate Am I'm tryna make it home to my daughters with my entire face Am Ozempic claims on the block the way the we losin' the weight Am Dissin' my side leave you Chrisean, yeah, blue in the face Am Y'all cheesy as fuck, charcuterie based, the unity fake Am This not a ad, but A D know the community straight Am I'm back on Figg', I'm gettin' in shape Am Been losin' my mind, it's not where it was initially placed Am Tomorrow won't be in the same place I am as today Am The West Coast the best coast, now get the fuck out my—, uh Am They ain't got it like us, we whoopin' feet and applyin' pressure Am Point is that we been at they neck, go get them diamond testers Am Takin' all fades off the back, don't make me call for extra Am That's why we always goin' off like black people's smoke detectors Am We raised Pac, Dre and Nip, that's a heavenly trinity Am And all we had was DJ Hed to back us in the industry Am They talkin' reckless, that's a deathwish signed in blood Am Bitch, this L.A. county, we baptize goofies in the mud Am Who really want smoke with them niggas from the West side? Am We aliens on X Files, you name the price, we best buy Am Peasants don't contest gods, that's shit that we can't let fly Am On the dead homies, we'll turn them all to some dead guys Am Man, fuck bein' buddy buddy with niggas dissin' in public Am But see us in private and try to act like a distant cousin Am We ain't doin' no budgin', we ain't dappin' and huggin' Am And if we gotta stand alone, we gon' stand alone like a plug in Am I love it, and all the distance we been gettin' from y'all, just double it Am As long as we got Mustard, then we gon' keep movin' upwards Am Real talk, all these King Arthurs to me lookin' like busters Am When y'all had y'all ten minutes of fame, we ain't say nothin' Am Went and put Giuseppes on for clout chasin', it's outrageous Am Just go and make them hits that you not makin', without hatin' Am Dried grapes, check the Chase account to see my stocks raisin' Am Don't check in when you past the ten, that get you outdated Am How we ain't like that? We influence everything Am Y'all niggas move out to L.A. just to get put on by our gangs Am If you don't like the way we pop it, then stop pickin' up our slang Am At least the homie was direct when he was mentionin' y'all names Am That's how you really crash out, and it's a part of our heritage Am Rent A Center lifestyle, so if I pull up, I'm airin' shit Am Felt compelled to speak up since y'all been lookin' for charity Am Now y'all do what y'all gon' do but just don't speak on my area, nigga www.chordzone.org [OUTRO] Am 'Cause y'all not willin' to take it as far as we gon' take it, I swear 'fore God Am I mean, look at the evidence Am I got love for every region, but the smart thing to do is to stay the fuck away from mines Am I turn one of you niggas to a album rollout Am Haha
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