Life

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Verse 1]
[Gm]"My daddy ain't goin' nowhere

[Interlude 1]
Never"
[Gm][G][Bm][F#m]
[Bm]
[F#m]Whether we

[Verse 2]
dribble out this
mother[D]fucker[G]
Rap, rock or riddle out this motherfucker
We gon' get up out this motherfucker
Same way that Venus did,
Serena did, [F#m]we them kids
[Bm]Whitney was talking 'bou[F#m]t
that's how it was
Before my [G]brother caught them slugs and
I watched coroners chalk him out
That ain't my brother in that box,
what niggas talking bout?
Couldn't pallbearer cause I was
too weak to [F#m]walk h[Bm]im out
And that's real [F#m]shit,

[Verse 3]
I'm dedicated
[D]Like [G]Pac was to Jada before
Jada met [D]Will Smith
[G]I'm already turnt up,
chronic still [D]burnt up
[G]Fuck outta here,
with all that lean [F#m]and popping pills s[Bm]hit
Jump in my Impala [F#m]get
it hopping with a kill switch
[G]I done been around the world,
my life is like a field trip
I done been to Africa,
seen niggas in At[D]tica
[G]Cops killing our youth,
these [D]numbers ain't [F#m]adding [Bm]up
Like that white [F#m]boy

[Verse 4]
sitting in a prison cell
[G]Killed nine people in a church,
how he living still?
I couldn't understand,
I spent hours with Farrakhan
Just begging him to let me be the
millionth [Bm]man
But some of these nig[F#m]gas just make
you wanna kill [G]a man
And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan
Separate your body from soul,
soul from Earth
Roll a blunt with your remains
and then ash it in the dirt

[Verse 5]
[Bm]Listen, [F#m]you ain't a Christian
'cause you go to [G]church
Listen, you ain't a gangster
'cause you got the work
A real gangster's one who take
care [D]of his whole [G]family
Like me, even though my baby
mama can't stand me
[Bm]Her name tattooed on [F#m]my neck,
nigga it's branded
[G]And my fucking kids tighter
than Ray J and Brandy
Yeah, I give it to you so
you understand
Fucking bitches took my [F#m]family
[Bm][F#m][D][G]
[D]

[Verse 6]
[G]
Bye baby, rock- a- bye baby
No tears or sobs, baby,
been listening to [F#m]Nas lately
[Bm]And I can't lie, baby,
[F#m]been missing them thighs, baby
But it's [G]more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton,
baby
It's more to life than tripping on lies, baby
Put feelings aside, baby,
you Nicki [Bm]Minaj, baby
[G]

[Verse 7]
[Bm]One day [F#m]we all die, baby
So [G]I'd rather go hard,
keep Cali alive, baby
Yeah, keep Cali [D]alive, [G]baby
Double entendre, nigga that's my baby
[Bm]And don't nobody
[F#m]father kids like me
Word [G]to Kevin Hart,
take care of they rib like me
I made fucked up decisions but
don't let 'em crucify me
I'm still the same nigga on my
Californi[F#m]a ID[Bm]
[F#m]Yeah, Compton nig[D]ga
Blame [G]Dre, it's his fault that
I'm a monster, nigga
I was selling crack in west side
[D]Bompton, nigga
[G]Yeah I can rap,
but I ain't ask for no sponsors, nigga
I was [Bm]light skin [F#m]and young
Klay Thompson, nigga
Fif[G]teen, had guns like Contra, nigga
Now they call me bipolar, big
contradiction
This The Documentary 2 without
Doc's [D]prescription
Motherfucker