¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
|F#m |G |F#m |G
|F#m |G |F#m |G
[Verse 1]
F#m G
I got angels running 'way, I got demons hunting me
F#m G
I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
F#m G
I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
F#m
I say "God, that's the one," I know she would die for me
F#m G
They want a barcode on my wrist
F#m G
To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (black)
F#m
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
G
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in
Pardon me for venting
F#m G
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Bm F#m
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life
[Chorus]
G
Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
F#m
While my uncle on the phone
F#m G
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
F#m
I was on the road
G
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
F#m
None of them would get along
G
Momma begging him for winter clothes
I was chilling with my nigga Spook
Now they tryna take his
[Post-Chorus]
F#m G
Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yuh
F#m G
Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
F#m G
Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice don't freeze
F#m G
Light don't leave, I don't mean lie to me
[Bridge]
F#m
Tell me I'll be okay, tell me happier days
A
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
F#m
Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask how's my day
Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe
[Verse 2]
F#m G
I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war that's on my mind
F#m G
I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
F#m G Bm
I'm not worried bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
F#M
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti
F#m
No I'm no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like Donovan
G F#m
Down a bit, I just been modeling my whole career as if Pac was here
G
Studio monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
F#m G
I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that's in my mind the time you was watching
F#m
So stop comparing me to people, no I am not them
G Bm
A lot of people dream until they shit or get
F#m
That's life
[Chorus]
G
Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
F#m
While my uncle on the phone
F#m G
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
F#m
I was on the road
G
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
F#m
None of them would get along
G
Momma begging him for winter clothes
I was chilling with my nigga Spook
|F#m |Bm |F#m |G Bm
Now they tryna take his life
[Outro]
|F#m |Bm |F#m |G
|F#m |G |F#m |G
|F#m |G |F#m |G
[Verse 1]
F#m G
I got angels running 'way, I got demons hunting me
F#m G
I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
F#m G
I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
F#m
I say "God, that's the one," I know she would die for me
F#m G
They want a barcode on my wrist
F#m G
To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (black)
F#m
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
G
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in
Pardon me for venting
F#m G
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Bm F#m
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life
[Chorus]
G
Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
F#m
While my uncle on the phone
F#m G
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
F#m
I was on the road
G
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
F#m
None of them would get along
G
Momma begging him for winter clothes
I was chilling with my nigga Spook
Now they tryna take his
[Post-Chorus]
F#m G
Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yuh
F#m G
Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
F#m G
Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice don't freeze
F#m G
Light don't leave, I don't mean lie to me
[Bridge]
F#m
Tell me I'll be okay, tell me happier days
A
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
F#m
Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask how's my day
Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe
[Verse 2]
F#m G
I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war that's on my mind
F#m G
I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
F#m G Bm
I'm not worried bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
F#M
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti
F#m
No I'm no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like Donovan
G F#m
Down a bit, I just been modeling my whole career as if Pac was here
G
Studio monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
F#m G
I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that's in my mind the time you was watching
F#m
So stop comparing me to people, no I am not them
G Bm
A lot of people dream until they shit or get
F#m
That's life
[Chorus]
G
Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
F#m
While my uncle on the phone
F#m G
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
F#m
I was on the road
G
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
F#m
None of them would get along
G
Momma begging him for winter clothes
I was chilling with my nigga Spook
|F#m |Bm |F#m |G Bm
Now they tryna take his life
[Outro]
|F#m |Bm |F#m |G
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