Verse 1:
Em
Outlaws in our own ways
Em
Came up with our own plays
Em
Bow our heads 'cause we go and pray
Em
Then we make it home after a long day
Em
Now we came a long way
Em
Came up from the bottom
Em Dm
And the bottom of that bottle is the way I solve my problems
Em Em
And I hope you know, I'm still chasin' the rodeo
Em
I still don't have no control
Em
Take a shot and pop a totem pole
Em Em
I believe in the holy ghost
Em
The father and son, I got a wife now
Dm Em
And a daughter, a son
Em Em
But I'm still drunk, Still fucked up and in need of love
Em Em
And I need to change but I cannot chain these demons up
Em Em
The game needed us, and we was much obliged
Dm
Plus these other guys, was sweeter than pumpkin pie
Em Bm
They were like Duncan Hines, I was sellin' Fluffy line
Em Em
Bitches, Fat Man Jones, in case you don't know who the fuck am I
Em Bm
Man I'm fuckin' high, swear my brain is fuckin' fried
Em Dm Em
Been out my fuckin' mind, ever since my brother died
Verse 2:
Em
Raised up with a good mama
Em
Couple crazy uncles and no daddy
Em
All my OG's either rest in peace
Em
In the pen or they crack addicts
Em
All the stats said that I would never make it
Em
Family curse I thought I'd never break it
Em Em
Still ain't 'cause I'm infatuated with same thing that got me incarcerated
Em Bm
Captivated by a strong urge to go get rich and it's complicated
Em Em
Dedicated by this point there's no turnin' back I feel obligated
Em Bm
Been rich and I've been broke, prolly made a million dollars off of Bail Road
Em D
Drop the price so we sell more, then I lost it all behind a cell door
Em Bm
Poor me I'm no victim I own mine and I'll be fine
Em
By any means I'm gon' feed mine
Em
So to the money I 'B' line
Em
No breaks and I grind more
Em
For my family I rap for
Em
This the shit that we ride to
D
So this the shit that we die for, ha ha ha