Down Since Day One / Pain chords and lyrics - NATAS

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[Verse 1]
[E]This [Em]is for my[A] niggas, t[Em]his is for my homies,
[G]all [A]over this [E]motherfucka, I'm [Em]down from
[A]Michigan, I'm from
[Em]Detroit, you know what [G]say[A]ing?
[E][Em][A][Em][G]
[A][Em][A][Em]
[G]This [A]is for my [E]homies who've been down since [Em]day one,
[Am]I ain't go[Em]tta say no names cause eve[G]rybody know em[A]
Me [E]and my homies always [Em]get tin' high
[A]In the [Em]city where I live, [G]nigga it's do [A]or die
I [E]got much [Em]love for my [G]niggas out in
[A]Flint
And [Em]every other town that gave [G]love
When I [A]went like
[E]Inktown,
Saginaw, and
[Em]Pontiac
[Am]And my n[A]iggas out in
[Em]Ypsi with the [G]chronic [A]sack
And [E]fuck the [Em]po lice cause they
don't know how to [A]treat us
And [E]now they out to [Em]get me cause I
[G]told them kill the [A]fetus
[Em]But fuck that, I'm kinda [G]laid back
[A]And on my [E]niggas desk,
[Em]then we go [G]way back
[A]I'm not a
[E]New
York [Em]rap per or
L .A. [A]gang [Em]banger
I'm a
Detroit
[G]O's [A]boot crack slinger,
[Em]make more [G]money, more [A]money
Pock[Em]ets like sunshine, a[G]lways sunny
[Am]And a suck[E]er wants my love, he g[Em]ets none[A]
I [E]only gives love to the [G]niggas
who been [A]down since
[Am]Daddy
Hey fool, have some fun,
[E]you gotta do it good
[Em]Hey [Am]fool, have [Em]some fun,[Am]
[E]you gotta do it good
[G]This [Am]is for my n[E]iggas
who been down with the
[Em]O .G.
[A]Unholy [E]black who the [Em]kentate [G]told me
Nig[A]ga, I'm true,
an[Em]d I ain't [G]new to the g[A]ame
I got that [E]funkadelic locked [A]in my
Maggie brain
But tonight [E]I'm finna give
it up to my real [A]niggas
Them [E]real life [Em]nig gas with they
[G]fingers on the [A]trigger, ayo
Nig[E]ga, don't [G]play me like a [A]ho
I'm down [Em]to throw, and I'm [G]no
CB4
[A]Like bub[Am]blegum gan[E]gsta -ass
[Em]niggas with the wack funk
Helter skelter, get off my
Boza[F#]k, punk
My name is
[Em]Keyshawn, man, I'm droppin'
D -bomb
But most niggas still [A]droppin' dud[E]s
My homies know what [Em]time it is, [A]though
And [Em]I know my real homie's
[G]down with the [A]devil, yo
[E]Fake niggas, you[G]'re getting don[A]e
This [Em]is for my homies who've
been down since day one
[Am]They don't have nothing,
[E]but what you gotta [Em]do is[A] good[Am]
They don't [G]have noth[Am]ing,
[A]but what you [Em]do is good
[G]Now [A]I gotta p[E]ut more niggas on i[Em]ce
The [A]unholy [E]black devil ain't nothing nice
[Em]I'm down[A] for the dirt,[E]
and [Em]when I put in [G]work
I [A]make punk motherfuckers
[Em]run and go to church
Nigga, it's [E]me, the nigga you've
been [Em]try ing to keep d[A]own
[E]Here I come, I'm [G]fucking
up the [Am]underground
[E]Check [Em]mic, one, two,
[A]some more wicked shit for you
[G]Wor[Em]d after wor[E]d,
I run it on [Em]down the [Am]line
The [E]unholy nigga fucking [G]with your mind
[A]And if I [E]flex it, [Em]then I rex it
So I [Am]rex shit, m[E]y shit's f[Em]at
And [G]yo, then [A]I rex [D]sick
You know who'd be [Em]biting my shit?
That motherfucker named...
[B]You never got gaveled like that. I
used to do the gaveling.
[F#]You stupid [B]mother[E]fucker.[F#]
[B][F#][B][F#]
[B][F#][B]
[F#][B][F#][B]
[F#][B][F#][B]
[F#][B]
[D]Man he [F#]never should have [B]had me I've
been suicid[F#]al since the age of 13
[B]Now I know what put[D]ting
in work really [A]means
My mama never [F#]loved me
cause she always called
me [B]crazy
Men[F#]tally phasing me like
Rosemary's baby
I never had no time to do nothing but [B]think I gotta
get my [E]head and my [F#]dick out the sink
When will I die? I'm just passing time by
How do I [D]plead to homicide
without an [B]alibi?
Something's up in [F#]sanity,
some say I'm just insane
An[B]d all this [D]goes on in[F#]side my maggot
brain I feel no [B]pain[F#][B][F#][B][F#]
[B]I feel pai[F#]n when I think I get disgus[B]ted
In
God we [F#]trust, but you know I can't [B]trust
it
Sometimes I want to [F#]give
it up and go and bite
the [B]bullet
Swallow me a [F#]bullet from the trigger when
I [B]pull it I'm mad at the [F#]world
cause I'd rather be [B]dead
My mind is playing [F#]tricks on me,
all in my [B]head
It started as [F#]a little kid,
my problem just in[B]creased
I had me a [E]dream, no justice, no peace
[F#]Call me the unholy black coon,
[B]detention
Murder, murder, [F#]murder me like
Willy
[B]O .T.
Symptoms of in[F#]sanity,
some [D]say I'm just in[B]sane
And all this [D]goes on in[F#]side my maggot [B]brain
I feel no [F#]pain[B][F#][B][F#][B][F#]
[B]I feel no p[F#]ain,
cause of all the shit I've [B]been through
Selling co[F#]caine is the evil that [B]men do
I can't [D]love nobody,
ten men without a [B]heart
Anyway, I was fucked up from the start
Mamba was a junkie up
[F#]till the day she [B]died
And at her funeral [F#]a young nigga never cri[B]ed
I guess it was the fear fillin'
pain in my [B]brain
Cause I didn't have shit to lose
Or shit to gain
Just pain