Autobiographical Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]It's the brown child,
better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens and the steak
and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that
food stamps were money
So by ten I was the mess,
got a men and then I had friend
So now I'm snatching pocket books
with Sean Wilkinson
?Get that money,
lil [Em]nigga' that's what they [D]told me
I never sweated props cause like my
[Em]pops they couldn't [D]hold me
Until he found shorty's [Em]got it going o[D]n,
rolling on
Who told? Damn, bendecion..
The Bland man,
and my pop [Em]don't give a [Bm]damn
The [D]day I played with matches,
took the stove to my hand
Hot temperature! He told me [E]the
player[D]s' version
The ego in submersion for the
[E]end of week ex[D]cursion
Until I'm back, [G]back on the scene
Like a ball on the green,
giving strokes with my [D]team
And despite the commentary pop [G]told me,
I'm lowly
And moms change- bank
can't hold me, so
She [D]don't scold me, she
just [G]grabs the belt
Knuckle the buckle,
tells me all about the pain she felt
At the [D]precinct when a pre- teen
was [G]spotted at the scene
Came up with the green,
not a cop could interve[D]ne

[Verse 2]
[Mother]
Listen here, you [Bm]little motherfucker
You ain't going to fuck with me
Got me coming to this damn
pre[D]cinct
Dammit, I'm a kick [Bm]your
motherfucking ass
Shit! You ain't going to
drive me crazy

[Verse 3]
Now, happens [D]Tori met Tom
not too long ago
He was a nigga,, yo,
he said he had the flow though
He loved a bro,
I know I didn't see you grow
To a TV show cause the nigga
said we all could go
So I'm up and out of the ghetto,
son of a gold miner
City- slicking Carolinian standing
out like Ming china
A golden bull at heart
though I moved around
The balls bounced to the bottom,
settled at a small town
?Hey, boy! What's your [G]name?!' First day,
first fight
I'm out of New York and, boy,
it don't sit right if you're white
[D]Light were my steps from [G]there
Did my dirt on the low,
a Southern town nightmare
Cause the [D]next year it was me
and Ef [G]on the furlough
We were the only Queens kids but
there were other [D]boroughs
With Rockwell, D- Ski,
Ron [G]Duke and Freddie
New [D]York was represented like
we danced for Rock Steady
Stan had tables and
mics, every brother [G]nice
Not only could we [D]rip and rhyme
but backspin and slice
With Paris [D]and Foxy and Christina
P's [G]bust
You know [D]them loud,
raunchy, trouble- making niggas? That was us
A menace yet [D]still I played tennis,
ain't that cruddy
Advanced with the Reeboks, they
called them ?cut buddies'
I hung with one,
only one younger brother
Shorty Doo- Wop could cut
and scratch up any other
Bigger than his size, was barely five [G]feet
In ?83 broke beats
that today rock streets
With no one to [D]grade it, still
never de[G]bated
Some saw and [D]hated but they
never contemplated
[D]It was the wild child with foul styles,
[G]pal but not foul
A dis was never okay unless
it came before corral
[D]Pals of mine, [G]peoples though were down
I [D]graduate next week and, yo, next
week I'm NY bound
Seven days from that one I'm leaving
love that weighs a ton
I'm going to miss you niggas, yo,
that rapping shit was crazy fun
But I'm leaving on the next bus
I've got your numbers and we'll keep in touch,
I trust
Gliding, riding back to my domain
For love and money, fuck fame,
my life will never be the same
As the next man's words, can you dig it?
I say I got a scheme,
a- yo, I gots [Bm]you figured

[Verse 4]
[Bm][Corner]
Yo, wassup, wassup. Is money out here?
Yo, [Bm]I just got a call from
that nigga Tiki
Remember that nigga Tiki?
He on his way from
[D]down South

[Verse 5]
My real pops was a pusher,
when we left he had a section
So I keep it in the family,
or at least I make connection
With the prime figures for
affiliated support
In my purchase of cargo in the
import and export
Flushing, Queens: back when
junkies was the fiends
My childhood friends held buddha,
had babies in dreams
I took pops off my shit list
cause he had the fitness
To help Tiki get his, what the fuck,
pop? Jehovah witness
What the fuck,
pop? What's with the fizz- plop
I'm like, I can't put him down
but the shit don't stop
Worked at a law firm, for lack of fear
I wrote a resume,
spending words like a millionaire
>From there to the bank,
see the bank's down the block
So now I'm close to home, I clock, I plot
With Popote, he's my cousin
and a wily one
Though the kid was younger,
quick like thunder
With the heart to put you under
Props even, the shit can't fail
I saw Reese, bagged with Pote
and made a sale
[Co- Dee] [Bm]Go

[Verse 6]
ahead, get that money
Get that money!
I ain't [D]going to let nobody [Bm]see you
I got your back, baby, I got your back
You want five? [D]You only got two

[Verse 7]
On one late night, [D]I had
made a nice amount
More than two weeks pay,
playing with the new accounts
So I rose like a petal, fuck pops,
I run with thugs
Levis, Tims, hoodie, coat,
[D]skully, drugs
Fatigues before they were the fashion
Pockets with work and others
with cash in
Thought I was cool with tools and mad trap
My pops was like ?read this?
but I was like fuck that
So I jingle- jangled, [G]clocked at every angle
Tiki's getting paid and his crew's
star- spangled
[D]And everyday,
[G]all day night, yo, whatever
Niggas on the strip in sub- zero weather
Back [D]before the first gener[G]ation of fiends
My team was sheer cream,
keeping dollar bills [D]green
Fashion, Calvin cooler,
[G]playing Rick the Ruler
And I can't front on nobody
cause I pulled on a [D]woolah
Back in '86 ­ first,
[G]foremost and final
Rhyming on the corner,
all I want to be's on vinyl
[D]I bum rush and boom bash,
[G]not even for merit
Bounce out to see Reg and
Joe down on Merrick
But mostly it's the [Bm]strip
that I played like a cock
On the block until the day I got
knocked

[Verse 8]
[Bm][Police sirens
[Bm]to fade]