Chords for 25 Lighters

_ Hold up, [F#] C-Roll the Crooked, aka King of the Ghetto, [F#m] Schooled up clique soldier for life,
You know what I'm talking about?
[E] Mo' City, stand up in this [F#m] motherfucker,
You know what I'm saying?
[E] My nigga Grady in this bitch,
He suck [F#m] my nigga,
Huh,
Side [E] eye,
That boy hard to touch ground,
[F#m] Hold up man,
You know what I'm saying?
Rich young po' [E] for life,
Rich Van Ryders nigga,
[F#m] Rich Monhardt in,
Huh,
[E] Y'all feel me man,
Rest in peace to that nigga [F#m] Jody,
That nigga LL man,
[E] You know what I'm saying?
_ Shit man, it's [F#m] fucked up man,
Rest in peace to that nigga Emo,
We gon' [E] hold it down,
You know what I'm talking about?
And it's real sober,
[F#m] 25 lighters on my dresser,
Yes sir,
[E] I got a bad ass bitch that drop a black and put some,
[F#m] You know I'm smoking on that third,
Every [E] damn day just to throw my damn mirror,
Screwed [F#m] up clique,
Can't never go switch,
Get a bigger [E] ditch for a motherfucking snitch,
Talking to [F#m] the laws,
Giving up info,
Hit me at [E] the pad black like a smoking endo,
Sipping [F#m] on drink,
On a whole liter,
This the nigga [E] roll I got 9 millimeter,
And a [F#m] 4.5,. I'ma keep it live, In [E] 08 like I did in 95, That was [F#m] the year, I made it clear, Taking on [E] the microphone, Get away from here, I'm repping for [F#m] the song, With diamonds in my mouth, And diamonds on [E] my hand, And diamonds in my house, Shining [F#m] so bright, Even in the night, Smoking [E] on Kush, What the fuck is top flight? I'm only on [F#m] the good, Bitch I wish you would, Keeping it [E] all world, Y'all keeping it all hood, Trying to get [F#m] paper, Pull another caper, Man my house [E] is washed, Something like Tony Draper, Gotta get [B] my mail, [F#m] From a record sale, This time [E] last year I was in a jail cell, Waiting for [F#m] commissary, Wait no mail call, Man I [E] can't wait till I get free, Cause I'm a ball, And put it in [F#m] they face, Me and my partner Grace, What's up to [E] them losers, Cracking clubs on straight lace, What up to [F#m] that pokey, What up to that woody, Always keep [E] it real, Never act like they ain't on it, Told you [F#m] boy loves, He's always who I am, Back in the [E] days I signed with that ex-vamp, Me and [F#m] the fed getting in street military, R.I.P. [E] my league and nut, They in the cemetery, But it [F#m] ain't over, Chip on my shoulder, Hitch me [E] brand new candy blue Range Rover, Rolling to [F#m] the end, My skin is my sin, And like the [E] geeky say it never will ever end, Got to [F#m] keep flowing, I'ma keep it going, Back in [E] 92 I popped a gig, Keep your going, Nigga lay [F#m] it down, Lay it down, You hoes lay [E] it down, A reference for [A] the south side, Let it end sign, [D#] Screwed up nigga till [F#] it's over with, [G#] AK with cat's tag on my soul, Bitch you [A] will die, Fucking with that bro, He ain't never been [E] a bitch, He ain't never been a hoe, Don't know how to be a broad, Don't know how to be a mark, I put the bubbles on, Cause it just turned dark, [B] Mashing on the gas, [F#m] Stocking bullet cash, Looking for [E] a yellow bone goose with big ass, I ain't [F#m] disrespecting, I'm telling the truth, Y'all know how [E] I do it when I get up in the booth, I'ma go [F#m] hard till I chip my fucking tooth, Then the [E] blinds spread a photo for the coop, Yeah I get [B] my paper, [F#m] Yeah I get my bread, I don't give [E] a damn what these bitch niggas done said, Frog and [F#m] dine know me, Cause I'ma give a spread, I ain't tripping [E] I'm in the kitchen whooping up a bed, A bag to [F#m] them pies, For all the time buys, Watching [E] out for the fed, APM the skies, Looking [F#m] like G, Looking like ballers, Looking [E] like true money making shot callers, What them [F#m] boys lost, Yeah that's them folks, I ain't [E] tripping cause I know it's out on post oak, Back in [F#m] the day I had a pocket full of rocks, 24 [E]-7, 365 around the clock, I tried to [F#m] get paid, Checking up my pay phone, I hit [E] a lick and then it's time for me to lay low, In front of [F#m] my screen on 360 playing Halo, Holes are dropping [E] like it's hot whenever I say so, Cause I'm [F#m] the man, Diamond on my hand, Got a [E] big bass in the back of the blue van, And soon over [F#m] gold, The story's being told, Norman Franklin, [E] Andrew Jackson in my billboard, My flow is [F#m] real cold, I ain't never been wet, And thank the boy [E] VNPMC I got two gold plaques, They hanging on [F#m] my wall, Camp I miss you dog, One P [E] ride for the door and make me proud, And do it for [F#m] the soul, And do it for the house, And whoever [E] don't like it get my dick up in they mouth, I'm screwed up [B] strict till [F#m] they lay me in my casket, [E] I ride around Houston with that glass kit, [F#m] Hand on my steel, Wood grain wheel, [F#] You can buy [E] the Nally with the diamond on my grill, [F#m] You can buy an apartment with the diamonds on my wheels, And [E] can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like [B] this, I ain't never had love for a [E] piece, All I'm really trying to do is get [F#m] rich, Trying to get my fucking bread, Baby, [E] Ride in Mercedes, I know a nigga hate me, [F#m] But I don't give a damn now, I don't give a fuck, [E] Riding on Draper, 26's on my truck, Hell [F#m] yeah, Each and know they lost, Got [E] three foreign cars in my garage, I never [F#m] sabotaged my fucking career, Had to make [E] it clear, And I shed another tear, But nigga [F#m] I'm real, Walk up on the grill, When I do [E] my music it's the music you can feel, Fuck I'm just [F#m] a G, Riding one beat, And every time [E] I ride I ride with John O.C., Watching out [F#m] for dappers, Cause I know they scoping, Trying to leave [E] a real nigga head wide open, For these damn [F#m] swangers, Cause they ain't clacking, Rolling on [E] 20 inch poles, Bitch what's happening, Licking so [F#m] fly, I don't smoke fry, Gotta be [E] a G to the day that I die, That's my [F#m] big homie, Boy that look king, Boy you know [E] I love you man, This you and me, In this damn [F#m] thing, We gon' do it for the school, And do it for [E] the side, And I'ma do it for you, You gon' do it for [F#m] me, This is you see, Scoot [E] up click it to the D.I.E., Nigga don't give [F#m] me cum, Watch me pop drum, Smoking on [F#] Kush, I ain't never seen scum, Man I'm [F#m] so cold, Call me in the zone, I don't give [E] a fuck about your girl, And I'ma phone, I fucks with [F#m] the stripper, Versace on my zipper, This a nigga [A] rolling paper, Fade with the clip, Not by [F#m] my partner, But by my partner Paul, Watch me make [D#] a million dollars, And buy the whole mall, Call that bitch [F#m] road time, And it's gon' go down, A couple [E] days from now, I got a show at your time, And I'm [F#m] gon' get paid, And I'm gon' get laid, And every [E] car I drive, Candy paint gon' get sprayed, Only [F#m] those nigga, And on the side dawg, And I [E] ain't scared, I got Jesus on the side dawg, Hit [F#m] the church house, And then go work out, And [E] after that you know it's time, To put the perf on, Then [F#m] I'ma roll one, Then I'ma smoke one, Then [E] I'ma roll one, Then I'ma smoke one, Then [F#m] I'ma roll one, Then I'ma smoke one, Now [E] I'm out of my mind, That's what that smoke done, But [F#m] I'ma maintain, Still in the same game, [E] But only thing, Ain't making the same change, I'm getting [F#m] paid boy, You better believe that, [E] A Grammy on my ship, I'm gon' achieve that, Cause I [F#m] can do it nigga, Even though y'all say I can't, But I [E] don't give a fuck, Cause y'all I'm about my fame, I hope [F#m] you feel that, Bitch nigga you, If I peel [E] your wig back, Nobody would be missing you, You [F#m] a hoe nigga, Not a road nigga, Cause [E] zero make mo' dough nigga, Mo' [F#m] urses, Mo' dicks, Takes mo' shows nigga, And I [E] ain't never at home, I'm on the road nigga, I'm chasing [F#m] 50 baby, Y'all ain't ready baby, Yeah [F#] I'm hip it like a motherfucker, Shed it baby, I like [F#m] a Ford, I'm feel for a truck, Going on [E] that real real purple purple stuff, I'm thrown by [F#m] the kids, I got it from the band though, You can [F#] come down, With my pistol in my hand, Oh don't run [F#m] up on me, If you don't wanna be stacked, [E] I'ma grab my remote, And give it all that it's got,