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Revelationz chords and lyrics - YUKMOUTH

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Welc[F]ome.
[Em]It is I that you see.
[Am]Little boys an g[F]irls....
[Em]Reve[C]lationz.
[Am]Listen.
Why do the good die [F]young,
[Em]an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ev[Am]er?
'cause nigga, we livin on [F]hell [Em]nigga.
This is hell [C]mutha fuckas.

[Verse 2]
Verse [Am]1

[Verse 3]
Uh. All my [Am]life
it's like I'm fuckin around
[F]wit the wrong [Em]people
make a movie about my life
an it be a long sequel
[Am]bout people livin off free-
be's [F]an brick cheese
[Em]that's how that shit be's,
out here you have to [C]grind to get [Am]g's
no Bently flippin less yo name
is Fe[F]lix Mitchell [Em]listen
little boys an girls my mama could
barely pay [C]the fuck[Em]in rentin
my daddy [Am]is surely gotta be somewhere
[F]in this world pimp[Em]in
white bitches fo doe,
he was [C]a jiggalo livin in w[Em]omen
[Am]he used to take me an my Village
[F]potnas to go swimmin
[Em]he drove a BMW, they
father [C]drove a lemon
[F]nigga in the end[Am] my mama kept
spendin money [F]on gin an drug[Em]s
I had to sleep on the fuckin [C]rug
where the roaches was
[Am]I hung wit thugs always
rollin dice [F]an pumpin gas
[Em]to get some cash
you had to store [C]the coke,
we mop his as[Am]s
my pops would give me cash,
but my mama would [F]take it from me
[Em]if I didn't give it to her, she'd
[C]beat my ass butt- na[Em]ked homie
[Am]the only way I would see a movie
was out [F]wit the hom[Em]ies
I'm always bummy, had no money,
they would pay it fo me
my daddy told me [Am]when I
was very [F]young
that [Em]he was on the run,
I heard him mention somethin about [C]Colombians
[Am]an I[F] could come stay[Am] wit him if
I didn't like the [Em]way that moms treat me
I juss didn't like the way
that moms beat me
wit [Am]Tonka toys,
[Em]in front of my boys [Am]hit me wit o[Em]bjects
so I juss
got to sky the [Am]fuck up out
these pro[G]ject[Am]s
I left behind my moms
an sisters so [F]re lentless
[Em]never thought they'd get evicted
an be sleepin on benches
[Am]my pops was on some pimp shit,
sewin up [F]Frisco [Em]on novero
5- 0 kicked down the door,
he flushed [C]the elbow
[Am]there goes another
nigga straight to the [F]pen
by [Em]the age 10, done lived wit every relative,
an friend I know
here I go again
livin [Am]wit my grama, then m[F]y auntie
[Em]my uncle
where ever I [C]go niggas would
gank me [Am]fo my bundle
swindle my check,
[F]wit Section 8 an medi- [Em]cal benefits
but me I wasn't gettin [Am]shit
spend my shit on nay kids
that's what they [F]did
fuck [Em]relatives
if I don't do my thang now,
[C]I nev[Am]er lived
never gone get it if you sit on yo [F]as s
so fuck [Em]math class
I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ass
like [Am]son like dad
I love the smell of money,
[F]hash an [Em]zig- zags
look at the back of [C]my ass,
beat the sag, [Em]it's [Am]big cash
involved but
we all get [F]caught up an sen
[Em]t to juvenille halls
scrape yo [C]turf on the wall,
[Em]in county drawls
my [Am]mama abused alco[F]hol
my [Em]pops an inmate
an me I'm sweepin halls [C]to intake
[Am]hate
my mama carried the weight ain't
seen my [F]pops [Em]since '86
every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shit
[Am]so much [Em]shad[Am]y shit done happened to me,
I [F]can't put it be[Em]hind me
the Lord took my [C]mama
life [Am]in '93
God bless her soul
'cause she was [F]caught up in [Em]a,
house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they
ass
this shit mak[Am]in me mad
high ass law[F]yer we had [Em]Melvin Bell,
I tried to tell my sister that he'd
get [Am]paid half
settlement, me 56 G's
my [F]big [Em]sister 56 G's
my little [C]sister [Em]106 G[Am]'s
Ripley's won't believe that for the life
of my [F]mama they only [Em]gave us a
quarter a mill ticket [C]to split
I can't deal [Em]wit this [Am]shit
I wish you was here to see me [F]get this deal [Em]wit Chris,
an Noo- Trybe
mama you died I cried
'cause you missed
the gold [Am]an platinum plaques
[F]I bet you never [Em]thought yo little
black ass son could rap
[C]now I'm break[Am]in off scratch
an burnin zags wit Sparkle
[F]that's my little [Em]sister askin the Lord
why did you make her life so
awful
next [Am]thing you [Em]know my [Am]pops go
[F]in '95 he died [Em]of AID's
it's either sui[C]cide of cry fo days
[Am]an weeks an months
blowin blunts, keep away [F]flashes
[Em]no funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashes
I [Am]ask [Em]if, he s[Am]pare my life
[F]'cause all I got is my [Em]nieces,
my two sisters, an my wife
re[C]cite behind [Am]the mic the type
of shit that niggas like
fo [F]the first time in my [Em]life I'm makin bread,
doin it right
but at night seems like [Am]I'm hunted
probably because jackmoves an licks
[F]I've done it
what [Em]goes around comes around,
hollow point [C]tip rounds to my stom[Am]ach
bitches
screamin at Summit
that's [F]how you busta nig[Em]gas want it
but I still juss get blunted in
[C]big [Em]six hundreds
niggas done, done it
[Am]done deal nigga, been there like [F]Dre
blow[Em]in hay in the air on the free- way
pray
[C]forgive me God is [Am]what I would say
I gotta lot of days to [F]count
[Em]blessed, went from claimin sets
wit yay up [C]in my [Em]mouth
see [Am]task an bounce
now I blow hash at half [F]an ounce
smoke [Em]out to the facial [C]blessed to be
livin on hell [Am]mutha fucka!
'cause this is [F]hell

[Verse 4]
[Em]nigga.
If you ain't know, nigga.
[Am]This hell nigga.
Right [F]now.[Em]
Armegeddon.
Nigga, done [C]deal.
Done [Am]deal.
Uh.
This [F]live.[Em]
Every nigga done had this shit happen to 'em,
you know what [Am]I'm sayin.
All my potnas, every nigga I [F]tell that I went [Em]through,
they do, done did
the same [C]shit.
[Em]Let's [Am]do it, juss salu[F]te niggas.
[Em]Juss do our thang, fuck everybody,
let's [G]ride [Am]this shit.
Do yo t hang blaze, [F]get shermed out [Em]all that shit,
whatever.
[C]Mushroom[Am]s an shit, Xtacy's an all that shit,
let's get [F]high an [Em]juss
reminise about all that dangerous
[C]shit [Em]we done went [Am]through.
An ask yoself...."why the fuck
am [F]I here?"
[Em]'cause this is hell nigga.
[C]An the [G]good die [Am]early,
an the mutha [Em]fuckin bad stay fo ever, 'cause yo ass
on hell nig[Am]ga,
'cause you a bad mutha [Em]fucka like me.
Done [C]deal, uh, [Am]uh.
(livin in hell,
dead [F]mutha [Em]fuckas, uh)
(livin in hell, dead niggas dwell,
[Am]uh) 2x
[F]this [Em]Earthel is hell mutha[C] fucka.

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