Chords for SPM - Hustla World

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Just a gangster mind up in the hustle _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Gm] class _ [E]
So many of them die and the wounds _ [Bb] don't heal
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] They call me Mexican Hendrix, my rap style is election
[Gm] We been trying for years, my pockets finally pregnant
[B] My little bundles of joy, is [Dm] it the Mexican [E] boy?
[Bb] No, mom, it's [Gm] white men, I named them [Bb] Benjamin's call
[Dm] I'm talking dead ass presidents, driving S-class elegance
[Bb] Buying digits [Gm] and gadgets that fucking [Bb] send fast [E] messages
And Carly wants a pony [Dm] and a baby giraffe
She even promised [Gm] she would leave the group and [Bb] take them a bath
I [Dm] celebrate with cigars, no more breaking in cars
[Bb] We even missed the [Gm] parades, we was [Dm] afraid they would charge
No more driving in buckets or eating non-brand nuggets
[B] Dogs barking [Gm] at the growling in [Bb] our damn stomachs
See these [Dm] others crying wolf and they ain't even lying good
[Gm] I'm pouring whole forties cause I [Dm] come from a dying hood
My hope is to write a book and show them the fighter took
[Bb] Remember [Gm] when I lost them to O.Z. [E] Fonica?
Just a gangster mind up in a hustler world
[Gm] Growing up a nigga couldn't even trust my [E] girl
Unzip my hoodie and I draw the strap
[Gm] Either that or get zipped in a body bag
So many of them die and the wounds don't heal
Make me wonder what's the real definition of real
[Dm]
Never thought that a paper may even save my life
[Gm] It's nothing but the truth as I race my ride
The eyes of broken hearts, the lives that broke apart
Turning the ignition, close your [Dm] eyes and hope it start
My rhyme is so bizarre, it sleeps with the fish
You never find another flow that go deeper than this
I'm here to retell stories through every detailed verse
But [Bb] I must ask you to fasten up your seatbelts first
[Dm] I'm gonna take you to a world without risking your life
[Gm] Bloody visions, hell's prisons, listen this is the [Dm] price
Wonder why the money makes a man taken, destroyed
[Bb] Because the money [Gm] is the push behind Satan's [Dm] employ
The devil's hook hides deep inside big face bills
You [Gm] either die or you finding out how [Bb] this place [Dm] feels
I've looked at six straight mills and still not sure what it is
[Bb] See in prison [Gm] most niggas can't just order some [Dm] ribs
And before a steel shank puts a dude in the earth
A [Gm] motherfucker gon' die from the [E] food that they serve for real
Just a gangster mind up in a hustler world
Growing up a nigga couldn't even trust my [C] girl
_ [E] Unzip my hoodie and I draw the strap
[Gm] Either that or get zipped in a body [D] bag
So many [Dm] of them die and the wounds don't heal
[Gm] Make me wonder what's the real definition of [Dm] real
Never thought that a paper made would save my life
[Gm] It's nothing but the truth as I raise my [Dm] rhyme
Still I gotta thank Jesus, cause if I wasn't here
I'd have some holes [Gm] in my head, I mean [Dm] aside from my ears
Cause the hate was so close, I could smell death near me
Every gun [Gm] I ever bought, money [Dm] well spent, feel me
All the finance niggas, show the niggas you can love
Now [Gm] what the hell do you expect, I'm at the [Bb] gentleman's club
[D] Spending hundred [Dm] dollar bills, shit don't let me begin
Cause every time I [Gm] leave the place I feel [Dm] empty again
Just a gangster mind up in a hustler world
[Gm] Growing up a nigga couldn't even [Bb] trust my [C]
girl
[Dm] Unzip my hoodie and I draw the strap
[Gm] Either that or get zipped in a body [D] bag
So many [Dm] of them die and the wounds don't heal
Make me [Gm] wonder what's the real definition of [E] real
Never thought that a paper made would save my life
[Bb] It's nothing [Gm] but the truth as I raise my rhyme
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