Verse 1:
Gmaj7
Either you gon' hustle or that nigga
Em7
Uncle Sam got yo' ass re-enlisting
Bm
2-6, murder scene pumping, better leave it tucked if you ain't dumping
Gmaj7
Pow, pow, nigga, he slumping
Em7
Twelve comin', we ain't seen nothing
Bm
Time change, niggas ain't rumbling no more, nah, what for? Hungry for more
Gmaj7 Em7
If you solo these vocals, listen close and you can hear grumbling
Bm
Multi' and I'm still munching, big bag, never fear fumbling
Gmaj7
Want smoke? Nigga don't choke
Em7
I'm a whole fuckin' nicotine company
Bm
Dreamville the Army, not a Navy, how could you ever try to play me?
Gmaj7 Em7
Kill 'em on a song, walk up out the booth, do the Westbrook rock-a-baby
Bm
I never fall out with the bro, hate when your family turn into foe
Gmaj7
We had a penthouse on the road
Em7
Interior decorated with the hoes
Bm
Just like a multiple-choice getting chose, my niggas like 'Eenie, meenie, miney, moe'
Gmaj7
Scoop up a dime-piece like we homeless
Em7
Then we gon' send 'em back pigeon-toed
Bm
Out of the concrete was a rose and winters was cold
Gmaj7
Had to go over and stand by the stove
Em7
We from the Southeast, niggas know
Bm
This where the opps creep real slow won't vote but they mob deep with the poles
Gmaj7
I punch the time sheet, not no more
Em7
And now my assigned seat is the throne