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whole song: Gm Dm D#  
 
[Intro] 
Gm Dm           D# 
I got numb to the pain, ain't no more feeling left inside me 
             Gm                              Dm 
Seen a nigga get slain, the streets, they shiesty and they grimy 
           D# 
Better make sure you on point, 'cause if you ain't, you might get bodied 
Yeah 
 
[Verse 1] 
Gm 
I got a motherfuckin' family to feed 
     Dm 
Was a juvenile just like 400 Degreez 
       D# 
We was servin' and scammin', ain't got no degree 
 
We ain't got no diplomas, but we got some P's 
         Gm 
All that hatin' a sickness, that shit a disease 
     Dm 
I'ma ride for the next shit, ain't talkin' 'bout Z 
      D# 
She the perfect creation, I hit it and flee 
 
I own cattle, so you know I ain't duckin' no beef 
 
This heart in me ain't even real no more 
Gotta get it and go 
I'ma grab me a pole 'fore I walk out the door 
I'ma up it and blow and turn him to a Ghost 
I'ma up it and blow and smoke him like a Pope 
I should live on a farm 'cause I feel like a G.O.A.T. 
I should get the C8, you'd be stupid to race 
Oh, he think that he hard? I must lack any taste 
Secret Service, reservin' that federal hate 
All the niggas that traded, they dead to me now 
Told her come here and please give some head to me now 
Gettin' rich from these boxes, I'm sendin' 'em out 
I got shooters around, I be sendin' 'em out 
If it's pussies around, I be fishin' 'em out 
Sweats be killin' her, I'm really feelin' her, I'm really diggin' her 
Chill out, lil' nigga, your pockets ain't big enough 
Chill out, lil' nigga, you know you ain't rich as us 
I just want loyalty, I just be needin' trust 
I don't want nothin' else, I just wan' make her bust 
Niggas be talkin' shit, then they     Go tell on us 
I'm not a barber, but I'ma go'n line 'em up 
We ain't gotta ask no more, we never dryin' up 
Hold him for ransom, we finna     Go tie him up 
I'm not a lamp, but I'm finna Go light 'em up 
 
[Chorus] 
Yeah, yeah 
Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it 
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose 
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect, yeah 
 
[Verse 2] 
I tried to show you a better way, you just a featherweight, I gotta sit back and medicate 
Hit him with bullets, I hope he got Medicaid 
I been legit since a jit in the second grade 
Lyrical, but I'm not talkin' 'bout Lemonade 
I gotta traffic this work on the interstate 
My girl is purdy and curvy and smart 
Bruises on me from the jungle with scars 
He tryna drive away way with the car 
But it won't make it far, we gon' make his shit stop 
I love the way that she make that shit pop 
And I'm lovin' the way that she make that shit drop 
I made a hundred from Shiba, done made me a hundred from ADA, I know a hundred ways 
Stick hit his ass and I bet he disintegrate 
We finna pull up and seek and eliminate 
 
[Chorus] 
Yeah, yeah 
Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it 
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose 
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect