Tom: Bm
Bm G
Bm Em G
Bm G
Bm
Mustard on the beat, ho
(Chorus)
Bm
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
G
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
Bm
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
Em
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang
G
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
G
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
Em
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Bm
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
(Verse)
Em
We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow
Bm
Catch a opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload
G
Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole
G
Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo
G
Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's
Bm
Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's
G
Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose
Bm
Cap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat code
G
Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals
Bm
Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul
G
Ayy, never tell a statement, we won't leak those
Bm
Better not go talkin' to them people, better keep closed
(Chorus)
Bm
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
G
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
Bm
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
Em
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang
G
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
G
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
Em
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Bm
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
(Verse)
G
We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue
D
Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple
G
Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you
Bm
Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you
G
Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you
D
Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal
G
My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol
Bm
Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul
You would think we had a whistle
G
Lil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials
Bm
Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle
G
I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you
Bm
Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals
(Chorus)
Bm
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
G
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
Bm
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
Em
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang
G
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
G
She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame
Em
I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane
Bm
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
(Outro)
Bm G
Bm Em
G G
Em Bm
Bm
