Chords for SPM - Jackers In My Home

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[Fm] They wipe tears while I wipe fingerprints off lead
They say shoot for the stars, I say shoot for the [Eb] head
I believe in good times, having peace and fun
But I'm still in my room tryna grease my [Fm] gun
Can't let it get rusty if a shootout [Ab] breaks
The only thing I want jammin' is my screwed out [Eb] tape
And tomorrow's the big day, gotta get my rest
45 G's outta town, late buying [Fm] threats
I'm all alone, my girl said that she couldn't make it
Cause she caught a damn [Ab] cold and her whole body's [Eb] aching
And I feel kinda nervous, butterflies in my stomach
But I drift off to [Ab] sleep, really thinking nothing [Fm] of it
Then something wakes me up and I open my eyes
Somebody's in my house, I'm heartbroken cause [Eb] I
Couldn't tell my mom bye, they finally caught me slipping
I'ma die like a man, home life
[Fm] Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too [Ab] fancy, just your average [Eb] tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose a life under the curse
I'll be dressed in this [Ab] suit and finally going to [Fm] church
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too [Ab] fancy, just your average [Eb] tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose a life under the curse
I'll be dressed in this [Ab] suit and finally going to [Fm] church
Dreams of the cream, enemies on different [Ab] teams
Red beams in my house, man this shit is so [Eb] extreme
I saw them dressed up in all black with the mask
And I knew they was [Ab] coming for the birds and the [Fm] cash
So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and start [Ab] crawling
And this is the price that you pay when you [Eb] brawling
But how did they get the spare key to my crib?
It had to be my [G] grit, she gon' die if I [Fm] live
Usually I keep a black Glock on my dresser
And I'm hearing someone whisper saying,
Lil' Summer, [Eb] get your ant-numb
No one is the devil but I pay it no mind
I've been dodging that fool ever since I was nine
[Fm] Got him naked to the closet where I keep my Mossberg
Slug shots, one hit, never speak another [Eb] word
Little did I know they had night vision goggles
When they saw me on the floor, boy, squeeze the [Fm] throttle
Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too [Ab] fancy, just your average [Eb] tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose a life under the curse
I'll be dressed in this [Ab] suit and finally going to church
[Fm] Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your [Eb] average tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose a life under the curse
I'll be dressed in this [Ab] suit and finally going to church
[Fm] Shots started ringing, I was tumbling and [Ab] diving
Running out of time with my mind on [Eb] surviving
Dove out the window but I started seeing stars
I forgot last week bout some burglar bars
[Fm] Now my face is all wet and I know it ain't [Ab] sweat
Bullet hit my leg so I rolled to the [Eb] left
Guess where I was at, damn right, in the closet
Grabbed a pump, now it's [D] my turn to make a [Fm] deposit
Damn slugs ain't no punk, hit the boy in his back
Saw his right leg flying and it knocked down my [Eb] lamp
Unloaded, reloaded, was a three man army
Now they looking like they knocked us at the end of a [Fm] party
One was still alive so I start asking questions
He could barely talk, spitting blood like venom
[Eb] He said he had a team and that people would rent him
I killed the messengers, now I need to send
[Fm] Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too [Ab] fancy, just your average [Eb] tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose a life under the curse
I'll be dressed in this suit [Ab] and finally going to church
[Fm] Gunshots to my dome, jackers in my home
Nothing too fancy, just your [Eb] average tombstone
I'm sorry that I chose a life under the curse
I'll be dressed in this suit [Ab] and finally going to church
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