[Intro]
F#m A F#m Bm
I'm a livin' little good thing
D B
It's like you never lived for me, yeah
F#m A F#m Bm
Mama said you was a good thing, uh
B
Good, good, good, yeah
C#m A F#m
Yeah
C#m C C A F#m
We came a long way, man, we done came a long way
C#m Bm A
And we sittin' on top of this s***
C#m A F#m
This s*** can go one or two ways
C#m A D F#
This s*** can go up, it can go down
C#m
Either way, n****, I'm prepared
C#m
Feel me? Yeah
[Verse]
D A
I be comin' in peace, but f*** me
F#m
Best beware of the others
C#m
This s*** deep, undercovers creep
A
This Southern heat make unbearable summers
C#
Just last week, seen yo' mama weep
F# F#m
Crying 'cause she don't wan' bury your brother
C#m Bm A
The blood lеaks while the EMTs gotta carry her baby likе surrogate mothers
C#m Am F#m
Woah, thank God we survived around where the terrorists hovered
C#m
Though traumatized, wouldn't trade it for nothin'
A D
Through hard times, it was there I discovered a hustle and makin' the best out the struggle
F#
I kept grindin' 'til this day, up a level
C#m
Respect mine, gotta stay out of trouble
C#m
'Cause TEC-9s like to air out rebuttals
C#m
Cole World, n****s knowin' what it is
A F#m
Just in case they don't, I show 'em what it is
C#m
Then summer, I do real numbers
A
Couldn't dare touch it if they sold a double disc
C#
Block hot, n****s burnin' up the street
C#m
Shots poppin' and we heard it up the street
C#m
It's a war, n****s runnin' up the score
C#m
Jesus said that you should turn the other cheek
C#m
Was his n****s gettin' murdered every week?
A F#m
Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street
C3m Bm
My homie' homie got out on parole
Bm
He sold more Coca-Cola than the soda industry
C#
Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze
F#
Hella blues like the Rollin' 60s
C#
Christ went to Heaven age thirty-three
C#
And so did Pimp c and so did Nipsey
[Outro]
F# D# G#m
I told you,
C# F# D# G#m
I told you
D#m G#m
This s*** can go up, it can go down, I don't give a f***
C#m F#
N****, I done seen the highest heights
D#m G#m
I done seen it twice
C#
And I've seen the lowest of the lows
F# D#m
And still I rose
G#m D
Now I'm at your neck, n****, yeah
