Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Am
Yeah!
C
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
Am
All the fallen soldiers
F
Scooter, Truce
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Am C
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
Am F
In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him
Am C
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Am F
Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
Am C
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
Am F
But now they all bustin' U-ies its gon' cost 'em
Am C
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Am F
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
Am C
So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
Am F
We've been at the clearport ballin'
Am C
I just want to see my niggas flossin'
Am F
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
Am C
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
Am F
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
Am C
My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
Am F
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Am C
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Am F
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Am C
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Am F
Cause this the type of money'll get your lined up
[Bridge: Meek Mill]
Am
And I can't trust nobody
C Am F Am C
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
Am F Am C
They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
Am F Am C
Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model
Am F
I hope the Lord got us
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Am C
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Am F
Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
Am C
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Am F
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Am C Am F
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Am
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
C Am F
Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough
And I'm going through stuff
Am
I don't feel no love
C Am
And I shake your body and you still wake up
F Am
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
C Am F
The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
Am C
I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
Am F
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
Am C
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Am F
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
Am C
I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Am F
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
Am C
You can't question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Am F
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
Am
SRT the challengers
C Am
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
F Am
And I'm leaning like a project banister
C Am F
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy
[Outro: Young Thug]
Am F
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
Am C
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Am F
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Am C
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Am F
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Am C
She just got a nose job and it wasn't that bad (fuck it, we ball)
Am F
I was juggin' round the city, I came back
Am C
Fuck it, we ball
Am F
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Am C
Tear down the mall, yeah
Am F
Fuck it, we ball
Am C Am F
Tear down the mall, ayy
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