[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don’t want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won’t lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin’ up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can’t go back on my word that’s on my dead body
G#m
Don’t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain’t gon’ pick you out I’m talking ’bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy’s
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That’s on my dead body
[Verse 1]
C#m
You ain’t never been in a shootout with yo’ homie he ain’t shoot back
C#m
Niggas don’t try me when I’m by myself ’cause I’m too strapped
C#m
Always tryin’ to fix some shit where its loose at
G#m
Couldn’t get none to eat where I’m at I sold loose squares
C#m
Tryin’ tell my judge my story like who cares
C#m
Can’t explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
C#m
Don’t come outside when it’s war I think you scared
G#m
Wasn’t in my life I tell my kids you dead
C#m
Know some niggas that’ll snake their homies for some meds
C#m
Know some niggas that don’t take care of their homies in the feds
C#m
Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head
G#m
No reaction and scream “gang gang” when I’m dead
C#m
Please be greater, don’t please these haters
C#m
When that Bentley pouting, like please these gators
C#m
I don’t cry at wakings, I’ma grieve later
G#m
You don’t believe me now, you gon’ believe me later
C#m
You ain’t bleeding now, you gon’ bleed later
C#m
We don’t buy 5s 7s, nigga we take ’em
C#m
Pereocet eater, I told Rex take ’em
G#m
And that money change ya
I told Rex thank you
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don’t want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won’t lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin’ up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can’t go back on my word that’s on my dead body
G#m
Don’t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain’t gon’ pick you out I’m talking ’bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy’s
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That’s on my dead body
[Verse 2]
C#m
I’ma attached to my babies
They be drivin’ me crazy
C#m
My three sons crazy
Make my daughters ladies
C#m
Turn these thous to millions
Goin broke prevent it
G#m
I be on my enemies
101 percentage
C#m
Don’t fuck wit no sucker niggas
My life I adjusted wit it
C#m
I snake you just to get it
No wonder why I keep my distance
C#m
Wonder why I keep my pistol
Had fame since we was little
G#m
Kept guns from being bullied
Cap guns to keep em fully
C#m
My teacher tried to push me
I need them birds like Wukey
C#m
My bitch I love her pussy
For thirty thousand book me
C#m
They steady tryna book me
Smoke a pound of cookie
G#m
A designer junkie
I done survived the jungle
C#m
Imma survive the struggle
Forever got ride wit muscle
C#m
These ain’t right act like they love me
C#m
Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me
G#m
Facts, oh
C#m
A shame on you mean that’s a shame on me
C#m
Got fame on you mean thats fame for me
C#m
If you get 100 years, that the same for me
G#m
I’ll forgive you for what you did just explain to me
[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
C#m
I don’t want no Quali I want some Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won’t lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
C#m
I remember wakin’ up and seeing a dead body
C#m
And I can’t go back on my word that’s on my dead body
G#m
Don’t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
C#m
And I ain’t gon’ pick you out I’m talking ’bout everybody
C#m
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy’s
C#m
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
G#m
That’s on my dead body
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