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                Em
Decorate your block with red tape, 
foenem slidin' every day
            C                
Bunch of hollows spittin' out 
       G
the Glock
                  Em
I been servin' fiends all day, out 
there posted with the gang
        C                          
Nigga, we was taught to get it off 
      G
the block
                 Em
It's a hundred bands in the safe, 
now I got expensive taste
        C                          
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with 
  G
knots
              Em
I been on my grind every day, don't 
believe in takin' breaks
            C                      
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' 
       G
at the top


[Verse 1]
                     Em
Swervin' on the E-way, don't care if
 I crash in this coupe
                              C  
Shit I'm thinkin' 'bout too real, 
                             G
might lose my mind in this coupe
                           Em
Can't relapse off these drugs, man, 
R.I.P. to Juice
                           C     
We was tweakin' off them Percs, I 
                          G
popped my last one with you
                         Em
Bond tight with my day ones, ain't 
tryna find no recruits
                         C         
We was playin' give and take on 
                        G
that front line with my troops
           Em                   
Ayy, like who want smoke? We got 
          Em
plenty guns
                 C                 
Keep two lil' savages on X and they
       G
 gon' get it done
           Em
And them hollow tips do surgery, 
they gon' clip his lungs
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              C                    
It was goin' down on the set, 
             G
that's when this shit was fun
              Em
I just been ballin' on these niggas 
like I'm Kendrick Nunn
                 C                 
Every day my birthday, bitch, it's 
                        G
lit, I just turned twenty-one


[Chorus]

                Em
Decorate your block with red tape, 
foenem slidin' every day
            C                
Bunch of hollows spittin' out 
       G
the Glock
                  Em
I been servin' fiends all day, out 
there posted with the gang
        C                          
Nigga, we was taught to get it off 
      G
the block
                 Em
It's a hundred bands in the safe, 
now I got expensive taste
        C                          
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with 
  G
knots
              Em
I been on my grind every day, don't 
believe in takin' breaks
            C                      
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' 
       G
at the top

[Verse 2]
                Em
Ever since I stepped up in this 
game, I've been a bomb threat
                 C                 
I was in the trenches, tryna see a 
       G
life beyond that
                     Em
'Cause complacent niggas usually die
 up in they complex
                   C            
Nigga, where I'm from, they turn 
               G
death into a contest
               Em
Livin' by the gun, put all my trust 
into this compact
                  C            
My niggas went to war, but they 
                  G
ain't get no Vietnam check
                    Em
Lil' bro want his head, he tryna 
make his brains ooze
                             C     
Lil' bitch, I'm from the Northside 
                   G
where they raise goons
                        Em
Took losses in these streets, shit 
got me singin' gang blues
               C                   
I been a real nigga 'fore this shit
         G
 became cool
                            Em
I'm the type to switch my watch up 
every time I change moods
                      C            
He the type to get excited 'cause 
                   G
he made The Shade Room


[Chorus]
                Em
Decorate your block with red tape, 
foenem slidin' every day
            C                
Bunch of hollows spittin' out 
       G
the Glock
                  Em
I been servin' fiends all day, out 
there posted with the gang
        C                          
Nigga, we was taught to get it off 
      G
the block
                 Em
It's a hundred bands in the safe, 
now I got expensive taste
        C                          
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with 
  G
knots
              Em
I been on my grind every day, don't 
believe in takin' breaks
            C                      
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' 
       G
at the top