Lets Ride Chords by Haystak

Let me get a cigarette dawg.
_ _ [Gm] _ [F] _
[Eb] Check, check.
_ _ [Dm] Just let this beat [Gm] ride for a minute.
_ _ [Dm] [Gm] Cool.
Quit fucking with the drone boy.
[Dm] Come [Bb] on now.
Uh.
_ [Dm] _ Yeah. _
_ What it is can [Gm] truly go to war.
_ [Dm] When two [Gm] men say fuck it.
You know what I'm saying?
[Dm] Shit'll get real serious. _
He made it through surgery.
They took him in too intensive.
When they take him off the machine.
If he simply keeps on bleeding.
He'll continue living.
If not he's leaving.
You'll never fucking find such relief [Gm] in the sound of that fucking beeping.
As long as you hear that beeping.
He's just sleeping.
His mama [Dm] standing back there [Gm] saying.
Please Jesus.
Could be your mama.
[Dm] My mama.
[Gm] Shit.
Any of us is mamas then.
Gotta identify us before they can embalm us.
[Dm] We ain't wearing armor.
[Gm] Bullets go to us like butter.
Talking, [Dm] talking, [Gm] shooting.
Now we shooting at each other.
We thought it was your window.
But it was your younger brother's.
How [Dm] the fuck did you intend [G] to explain that to your mother?
I got people.
[Dm] I got [Gm] people.
You got kids.
I got kids.
You got [Dm] beef.
I guess [Gm] we beefing.
And that's just the way it is.
You got [Dm] life insurance [Eb] motherfucker.
Well then so do I.
At least we [Bb] know our [Gm] children we took care of when we died.
You got people.
I got people.
You got kids.
I got kids.
You got [Bb] beef.
I guess we beefing.
And that's just the way [Gm] it is.
You got little [Dm] homies [Gm] motherfucker.
Well then so do I.
At [Dm] least we know [Gm] our people still be riding when we die.
It's a shady game.
I done seen some shady things.
They made my [Dm] homies house [Gm] killed in front of his babies.
Playing crazy games.
Filled with gays and AKs.
We all make [Dm] the front page [Gm] someday.
You know what I'm saying?
Either cuffed or covered up.
The victim or the perpetrator.
[Dm] My city cold like a [Gm] big old refrigerator.
On top of that you got these petty ass instigators.
They got a [Dm] cheerleading and they [Gm] ain't getting paper.
Put your [F] gas on [Bb] the fire every chance they get.
Like it [Dm] just makes they look bitch ass panties wet.
Meanwhile stack living [Gm] fed.
Stack getting bred.
You [Dm] bumping your guzzles about me while stack getting ed.
I ain't studying they talking [Bb] but I do have [Gm] limits.
And I'm sick of grown [F] men who act like women.
When they [Dm] snap my mug [Gm] shot I throw that trademark grin.
Every [Dm] time I try to [Gm] leave I get pulled back in.
That's when I leave.
[Dm] Well I got [Bb] people you know.
You got [Gm] kids I got kids.
You got [Dm] beef I guess [Gm] we bleefin' and that's just the way it is.
You [Dm] got life insurance motherfucker.
[Gm] Well it's on a high.
At least [Dm] we know our [Bb] children we [Gm] took care of when we died.
You got [Dm] people I [Gm] got people.
You got kids I got kids.
You [Dm] got beef I guess we [Bb] bleefin' and that's just the way [Gm] it is.
You got little [Dm] homies [Gm] motherfucker.
Well it's on a high.
At [Dm] least we know [Gm] our people still be riding when we die.
So they automatically.
You got a motherfucking problem.
Then come and get it.
You can solve it like [Dm] gentlemen.
Or work it [Gm] out like G's.
They are 15 and you 16.
Drive by shooting storm invasions.
When we feuding ain't nothing safe.
[Dm] Get it off your chest.
Fuck the [Gm] fake shit dudes I rock it up.
And fuck the scandalous shit.
Nothing you can't handle with banana clips.
[Dm] Damn that's deep.
[Gm] Ain't it though?
Shells explode.
No more holes.
Instagrips.
Cut open windows.
Motherfuckers skirt like cantaloupes.
Cause you know [Dm] that homie make [Gm] all his ass bigger rounds of cantaloupe.
You got [Dm] people I [Gm] got people.
You got kids I got kids.
You [Dm] got beef I guess we [Gm] bleefin' and that's just the way it is.
You got life insurance [Gm] motherfucker.
Well it's on a high.
At [Dm] least we know [Gm] our children we took care of when we died.
You [Dm] got people I got people.
[Gm] You got kids I got kids.
You got beef [Dm] I guess we [Bb] bleefin' and that's just the way it is.
You got [Dm] little [Gm] homies motherfucker.
Well it's on a high.
[Dm] At least we know our [Gm] pimples didn't be rad when we died.
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