Am C Dm Dm
Am C Dm Am
Am C Dm Dm
F C Dm Am
[Hook]
Am C Dm Dm
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
Am C Dm Am
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Am C Dm Dm
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
F C Dm Am
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Am C Dm Dm
Not for nothing I've foreseen it, I dream it
Am C Dm Am
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Am C Dm Dm
No more chances if you blow this, you bogus
F C Dm Am
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 1]
Am C
Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
Dm Dm
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
Am C
All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'
Dm Am
Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Am C
Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums
Dm Dm
Based off the way we was branded
F C
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
Dm Am
And at the airport they check all through my bag
Am
And tell me that it's random
C Dm
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
Dm Am
I need a happy ending and a new beginning
C Dm Am
And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative
Am C
This the real world, homie, school finished
Dm Dm
They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it
F C
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
Dm Am
I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?
[Hook]
Am C Dm Dm
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
Am C Dm Am
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Am C Dm Dm
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
F C Dm Am
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 2]
Am C
Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion?
Dm Dm
The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing
Am C
But this is more than just my road to redemption
Dm Am
Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention
Am C
As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me
Dm Dm
But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me
F C
I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me
Dm Am
If a nigga ain't shootin' a jump shot, running a track meet
Am C
But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus
Dm Dm
Ready for the Worldâs game, this is my Olympics
Am C
We make 'em say ho cause the game is so pimpish
Dm Am
Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
Am C
I insisted to get up offa this dick
Dm Dm
And these drugs, niggas can't resist it
F C
Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted
Dm Am
If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it!
[Hook]
Am C Dm Dm
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
Am C Dm Am
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Am C Dm Dm
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
F C Dm Am
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 3]
Am
I need more drinks and less lights
C Dm Dm
And that American Apparel girl in just tights
Am
She told the director she tryna get in a school
C Dm Am
He said: "Take them glasses off and get in the pool!"
Am
It's been a while since I watched the tube
C Dm Dm
Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
F C
I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today
Dm Am
They rewrite history, I don'€™t believe in yesterday
Am C
And what's a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach?
Dm Dm
I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach
Am C
My guy said I need a different approach
Dm Am
Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke
Am C
It's not funny anymore, try different jokes
Dm Dm
Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, x and o
F C
And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
Dm Am
Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit
Am C
Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
Dm Dm
I ain't got it I'm coming after whoever who has it
Am C
I'm coming after whoever. Who has it?
Dm Am
You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic
Am C
That y'all, it's like that y'all
Dm Dm
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
F C
Cause the same people that tried to black ball me
Dm Am
Forgot about two things, my black balls
[Hook]
Am C Dm Dm
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
Am C Dm Am
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Am C Dm Dm
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
F C Dm Am
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
[Verse 4]
Am C
I done copped Timb's, lived in lenses, kid
Dm Dm
Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots and Benzes
Am C
Counting up, smoking, one cuff
Dm Am
Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it
Am C
Steam about a hundred and one L's
Dm Dm
Kites off to jails, buying sweats, running up in Stetson
F C
Nigga hat game was special
Dm Am
It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals
Am C
The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head
Dm Dm
Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead
Am C Dm
That meant code red, bent off the black skunk
Am
The black dutch, back of the old shed
Am C Dm
If you canât live, you dying, you give or buy in
Dm
Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding
F C Dm
Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan
Am
Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye
[Chorus]
Am C Dm Dm
Not for nothing I've foreseen it, I dream it
Am C Dm Am
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
Am C Dm Dm
No more chances if you blow this, you bogus
F C Dm Am
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Am C Dm Dm
Am C Dm Am
Am C Dm Dm
F C Dm Am
