no capo!
[intro]
Dm Am
( jd on the track )
Bb
Tell ’em label me a real one
C
Tell ’em label me a real ( ayy )
Dm Am
tell ’em label me a real one
Bb
Tell ’em label me a real one
C
Tell ’em label me a real one
[chorus]
F
Oh, oh, throwin’ all them shots like i didn’t catch it
Am
Put a condom on that dick around that glock
They’ll know i’m well protected
Bb
Youngest thuggin’ in my section
C
And they gon’ rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson
F
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
C
They throwin’ so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
Gm
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
C
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
[verse (1)]
Dm
What the world comin’ to
Niggas tellin’ on they partners
Am
Why the fuck they break the rules?
Convicted felon grippin’ on this chopper
Bb
I might make the news
I gave up every cent and fuckin’ dollar
C
I done paid my dues
A-b-c-d, fuck it man, i’m past due for a w
Dm
Upside down, i’ma stack them m’s
Ballin’ so hard, i might break the rim
Am
Can’t fuck with y’all niggas, y’all fuck with them
You should’ve known better, it’s up with them
Bb
I’ve been grippin’ them glocks with bob and tim
Lil zane my nigga, made it far with them
C
Say she showin’ the set, we mobbin’ him
I don’t ever hear a rat, not involved with him
Dm
She wrote my name on her photo
Am
I got my game from the olders
I got the world on the shoulders
Bb
I got this girl on my shoulders
I pour the drank in peach soda
C
I pour my pain in peach soda
I think my heart gettin’ colder
I swear it’s hard to be sober
[chorus]
F
Oh, oh, throwin’ all them shots like i didn’t catch it
Am
Put a condom on that dick around that glock
They’ll know i’m well protected
Bb
Youngest thuggin’ in my section
C
And they gon’ rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson
F
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
C
They throwin’ so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
Gm
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
C
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
[verse (2)]
F
That brand new hellcat go real fast, i know you hear the motor
C
And they say god give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
Gm
See i got bitch problems, jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
C
Plus i got rich problems, it’s a couple niggas say i owe them
Dm
Standin’ on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work
Am
Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put god first
Dm
Last time i faced the main reason why my heart hurt
Am
Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how god work
Dm
I swear i had to start first
He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don’t fear the trap
Am
I lost my mind, i had to snap back like a fitted cap
Bb
And they claim they showin’ love but i really don’t feel none
C
Before it’s all done, they gon’ label me as a real one
[chorus]
F
Oh, oh, throwin’ all them shots like i didn’t catch it
Am
Put a condom on that dick around that glock
They’ll know i’m well protected
Bb
Youngest thuggin’ in my section
C
And they gon’ rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson
F
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
C
They throwin’ so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
Gm
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
C
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
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