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The chord pattern for the whole song (except the intro) is 
|D  G|
|Em  |

The D and G share a measure and the Em has it's own measure

I also like capo 3  C F G
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[Intro]
 F#m G Em           C
          Oh yeah...
            F#m
I got the perfect song for the kids to sing...
G
   And all my people that's


[Chorus]
D            G
Drug dealin' just to get by
Em                                     D  G  Em
Stack your money 'til it get sky high
   D                               G
We wasn't supposed to make it past 25
Em
Joke's on you, we still alive
D                   G
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
Em
"We don't care what people say"


[Verse 1]
D                         G
If this is your first time hearin' this
           Em
You are about to experience somethin' so cold, man
         D                                     G
We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted
Em
Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man
D                            G
   But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope man
Em
Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man
D                                 G
Flickin' Starter coats, man, man, you don't know, man
Em
We don't care what people say
D                       G
This is for my niggas outside all winter
            Em
'Cause this summer they ain't finna say, "Next summer, I'm finna"
D                              G
Sittin' in the hood like community colleges
     Em
This dope money here is Lil' Trey's scholarship
        D                          G
'Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition
    Em
And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home
      D                        G
So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
     Em
You gotta do somethin' man, your ass is grown

[Chorus]
D            G
Drug dealin' just to get by
Em                                     D  G  Em
Stack your money 'til it get sky high       (Kids, sing! Kids, sing!)
   D                               G
We wasn't supposed to make it past 25
Em
Joke's on you, we still alive
D                   G
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
Em
"We don't care what people say"


[Verse 2]
                            D                 G   
The second verse is for my dogs workin' 9 to 5 that still hustle
          Em
'Cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55
        D                       G
And everybody sellin' makeup, Jacob's
               Em
And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up
                D
We put shit on layaway, then come back
                      Em
We claim other people kids on our income tax
                    D                            G
We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid
    Em
And we don't care what people say
       D                      G
Momma say she wanna move South
                   Em
Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house
                      D                         G
'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house
                             Em
Couldn't get a job, so since he couldn't get work, he figured he'd take work
     D                      G
The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight
   Em
A nigga's money is homo, it's hard to get straight
    D                            G
But we gon' keep bakin' til the day we get cake
    Em
And "we don't care what people say"


[Chorus]
D            G
Drug dealin' just to get by
Em                                     D  G  Em
Stack your money 'til it get sky high       (Kids, sing! Kids, sing!)
   D                               G
We wasn't supposed to make it past 25
Em
Joke's on you, we still alive
D                   G
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
Em
"We don't care what people say"


[Verse 3]
D                          G  
  You know the kids' gon' act a fool
         Em
When you,__stop the programs for after school
        D                       G
And they__DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
     Em
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
            D                        G
We scream: "rocks, blow, weed, park"__ see, now we smart
Em
   We ain't retards, the way teachers thought
D                   G
Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash
Em
Now tell my momma I belong in that slow class
D                                G           
Sad enough we on welfare,__ they tryna put me on the school bus
         Em
With the space for the wheelchair
           D                    G
I'm tryna get the car with the chromie wheels here
     Em
They tryna cut our lights out like we don't live here
D                        G
Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us
        Em
When we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance
    D                            G  
Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us
     Em
But "we don't care what people say," my niggas


[Chorus]
D            G
Drug dealin' just to get by
Em                                     D  G  Em
Stack your money 'til it get sky high       (Kids, sing! Kids, sing!)
   D                               G
We wasn't supposed to make it past 25
Em
Joke's on you, we still alive
D                   G
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
Em
"We don't care what people say"