Chords for Another DAY in Life

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[F#m] And I'm down with the sass, I click every nigga, it's real [Bm] shit
When it's time to make pay-well, ain't no time for [F#m] no pump, bitch
Cops don't just seize me, and hoes try to tease me
[Bm] 211, motherfucker, that drop to your knees, G
If you want that, the AK is fully automatic
_ I'm the key-hatter, making niggas pay
Losing a shootout, I can't lose, guaranteed the unrespect
If I'm sporting the county [F#m] blues, I don't drink fruit, lo
That shit'll leave your [Bm] bro's, take my money
[Em] You the hoodest, don't work here [F#m] for the dankest, mo
[C#] Niggas think you can see, you might get your ass [Bm] beat
I shot him in his face and left him dead [F#m] in the fucking street
Copped it with his family, his daddy can't handle [Bm] me
Pull the trigger on my AK, smoking just [F#m] like a dank beat
Cash me in the mom's house, looking for me [G] twice
And now I'm a fugitive, oh well, another [F#m] day in the [E] box _ _ _ _ _
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[F#m] I did dirt, but it's time to [Bm] lay low
I said fuck it when they [F#m] bought me a condo
Plushed it out, from front to back
[G] Put bars on the window just in [F#m] case of a fucking jack
In the parking lot was where my rock [Bm] was set
I'm looking out the window, [F#m] wondering what the flip net
But that's the shit that rolls through a [Bm] nigga head
You wanna kick him like before [F#m] a nigga dropped dead
I'm stuck to the [A] grind, and life ain't [Em] promising
The robbery'll come, [F#m] but I'm the calmest
Waking up every day is a [G] new task
I got a [Bm] .380
just in case I got a blast
When I was young, I used to kick, box, and [G] throw rocks
But now I'm mode, I bust [F#m] caps, don't let you call a cop
The only fear if I was gifted to is [G] my mother
But nowadays, I [F#m] just might blast her
I feel crawled, the game, I [Bm] can't escape
Unless a nigga take a [F#m] blast to his fucking face
[C#] Don't trip, just me, making a [Bm] phone call
Two of my homies by the [F#m] jack at nightfall
Just my luck, boy, the brothers, I ain't [Bm] lagging
Eight feet in the [F#m] motherfucking station wagon
Full quick, wrong move, ain't [G] no knife
20 G's for a bird in a [Bm] damn lock
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[C#] _ 7 [G#]-7-7
Yeah, I'm telling you [D#] that 8-10-47 is a fool
Don't make me act a motherfucking [C#] fool
_ 7-7-7
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[F#m] Up in the morning, feeling good, I head to the Samson Street
[Bm] Where I gotta make money, slaying D-O [F#m]-P-E
I pack a nine, and I ain't afraid to [Bm] bust a cap
I shot a fool and beat his [F#m] ass down with a bat
I'm in the hood, trying to catch a grip, [Bm] late night
I get the weed, got a [F#m] buzz, and it tasted alright
Here comes the chef, and the nigga said,
[Em] I said, what up, and out the [F#m] window, a gage came
At gunpoint, I'm thinking about [Bm] toasting heat
But I ain't going, I like that I'm from the [F#m] Samson Street
Before he knew it, in his [Bm] eyes, went the gang amazed
Then I shot it, my poor time, it's fate
Then after that, they [B] smashed off in the chef
[Bm] Kept busting about [F#m] this homeboy, and it's dead
Once again, I'm back to the [Em] grind, lo
I left my nuts, and for my [F#m] Glock, and I went for broke
But that's what happens when you front the road [Bm] of a jacker
He didn't know I was a [F#m] motherfucking pistol packer
And I don't trip on them niggas [Bm] that's high side
Once knew a nigga, now I don't walk up to [F#m] nigga, die
They play cheap, when they pay the cost to [Em] be the boss
If you like it, losing, [F#m] that's my motherfucker loss
It's like rolling the craps on [Em] the dice
Now he's broke, but we're another [B] dang in-law
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_ _ _ [F#m] Waking up, and it's about ten on the [Bm] hour
Got an acetate in my mouth, I brush and shave [F#m] and shower
I'm walking through the house, and it looks a [G] mess
So I'm calling up a hoe to come clean up this [F#m] shit
The hoe comes, I bounce him out in the game, bro
[Bm] I check my Porsche, that spot for my [F#m] po-po's in play
So I'm striking, then my fancy goes off
Get some niggas for some work, so you know it's jumping [F#m] balls
Who's trying to jack, but it ain't [G] simple
Once a friend, now the foe with a hole in his tits
The underground, my brother, it's for fools who make [Bm] profits
A shot to the face for the one who try to [F#m] stop it
Rolling through the hood selling [B] dubs
Niggas in the know, huh, I give [F#m] them love
I'm a G to this game, I don't gamble
[Em] Play yourself like an egg and get scrambled
When [F#m] I gank a second dank, I roll fat [Bm] peas
I put bitches in dope houses to stack G's
The dress code in the know, it's gang [G]-provoked
My cords hanging off my ass with a cap and low
Nasty bitches out here, ain't a bit proper
I pull the night to a nigga's ass, you can't stop a [F#m] stopper
From LA to the Bay, they brought the fast lane
[Bm] From LA to the Bay, they brought the [F#m] fast lane
From LA to the Bay, they brought the [G] fast lane
Now niggas driving kills to be deep in [F#m] the dope game
Niggas coming up, fools, you [Em] better recognize
What they better recognize is just [Bm] a day [F#] in line _
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What's up?
What's up? _ _ _ _
What's up?
What's up?
[Em] A [F#m] young brother coming up on the Fresno [Bm] strip
I'm straight scrapped with a nine and an extra [F#m] clip
A ski mask for the robbery I'm about to commit
[Em] Taking everything I want comes life and giving [F#m] shit
Now I'm sneaking it in the hood where the hustlers dwell
[Em] Bullshit and smoking dank and giving dope [Bm] fiends hell
My [F#m] brother G in the hood, pull up on my car leg
[Em] Kept a punk ass copper and an [F#m] innocent bitch
Police is on my dick, but a nigga say fuck it
I [Em] pull my pistol, you get buzzed on if you're pressing [F#m] your luck
When I was young, I thought about a job
But [Em] in the fast lane, it's mil, so I rode with [F#m] the sample mob
The other night, a crick got popped
[Em] Lost his life, was engaged in a whip [F#m] that's Ira
A cappini in his [C#] stomach, I watched his inside, Jame
[Em] D-Mac, Louis, Rangel with a gauge, [F#m] point blank, right
That's how it is, living life in the ghetto
[Bm] Every girl's a bitch and every nigga's a criminal
[F#m] I remember when I was young at eight
[Bm] The first guy I hit was a [C#m] Mockbird, 12 [F#m]-gauge
And now I'm dealing with the [Bm] Fresno mentality
My nine is packed, cause I ain't losing no battle
[F#m] G-shit niggas in the face, never thinking [Bm] twice
Another nigga dead, another day in life
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Like most people [E] get close, it doesn't count the stripes
[F#m] They don't have [D] enough guts to reach out and take [Em] that pot of gold
_ [F#m] Then what are you gonna do?
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_ [Bm] _ I'm gonna walk off [F#m] with the whole fam _ _
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