Who Hurt You

D#m
Oh, yeah-eah
B
Woah, woah


[Verse 1]
D#m
Uh, they sold me dreams, tell 'em, 
"Keep the change"
D#m
Evil in their veins, they don't 
bleed the same
D#m
Breed and fame, we should really 
feel ashamed
D#m
Buyin' Cubans, most my people still 
in chains
D#m
Convos with Bod, squad, Rod and 
Tar-Tar
D#m
She been goin' hard, got her nose 
like an aardvark
G#m
Chopped off, lookin' like the man on
 the crosswalk
A#m
Arms crossed, tryna find the light 
in my dark heart
D#m
First ki' I ever cut, I got high off
 it
D#m
'Cause I never knew the residue 
would fly off it
D#m
Sellin' dope, actin' like the fiends
 won't die off it
D#m
All we gave a fuck about was gettin'
 fly off it
D#m
Shells on the floor in your office
D#m
Lookin' like you sent a whole staff 
out for crawfish
G#m
Bitch, you ripped my heart out just 
to ask me why I'm heartless
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A#m
She shootin' for the stars, and I 
guess I ain't a target
D#m
I guess you ain't a marksman, bitch,
 'cause now I'm arson-lit
D#m
You couldn't even ride for me, you 
car sick
D#m
I mean, I understand if the shit was
 a long trip
D#m
But I guess you must have hopped on 
the wrong dick, you dumb bitch


[Chorus]
D#m
(Who hurt you?)
D#m
Ooh, woah
D#m       D#m
Woah, oh
D#m           D#m
Oh, yeah-eah
G#m         A#m
Woah, woah


[Verse 2]
D#m
Uh, they lie about us in these 
affidavits
D#m
So when they kill us, you can 
validate it
D#m
You downplay it and say that we 
exaggerate it
D#m
In the valley smokin' Cali, gettin' 
calibrated
D#m
In the field, you feelin' squeamish,
 you Willie Beamen
D#m
Me, I got too many demons and a 
million reasons
G#m
Man, I got too many foes, got 'em 
figured out
A#m
Ex-hoes that wanna kill me that 
don't even count
D#m
Fuck love, I brought drugs to my 
intervention
D#m
Breenlight you, they gon' catch you 
at the intersection
D#m
All these bitches throwin' pussy, I 
just intercept it
D#m
And she gon' swallow dick 'til she 
get indigestion
D#m
Tat above your naval section, "Enter
 at your own discretion"
D#m
Boddamn, that's a lastin' first 
impression
G#m
You had a right to be high on 
yourself
A#m
Shit, I was high on everything else,
 so what the hell, oh?


[Chorus]
D#m
(Who hurt you?)
D#m
Ooh, woah
D#m
(I was told, I was told)
G#m       A#m
Woah, oh
N.C.
(Yeah)
N.C
Oh, yeah-eah