Susi: A minor
Verse 1
Am
C
G
Am
Well my mama
told me when I was just me
C
how they be goin' do what you dream
G
But I ain't grindin' at this
dead -end job
I learned early in life
gotta hustle to survive
C
and most things just ain't fair
G
I sold my soul to the devil
and the price is cheap
Am
and I ain't really trying to go back there
I grew up fascinated with
guns and drugs
before I ever knew what it was
and redneck thugs
it was in my blood
Daddy wouldn't stop,
mama got fed up
C
Realizing all the evil love was covering up
start a new life up
dreaming of fun in the sun
But she worked all the time,
never had much money
and said I looked bummy
G
Until I came up on my horse
and started doing some things
Am
Rocking Jordans by the page
and polos and baggy jeans
So fresh, so plain,
couldn't tell me a thing
the cops still ran up inside the crib
took me away
Am
Took my money, locked me up,
and all I can say
Well, my mama told
me when I was just me
C
How I better go and do what you dream
G
But man, I ain't grindin' at
this dead -end job,
I learned early in life,
gotta hustle to survive,
C
and most things just ain't fair
G
I sold my soul to the devil,
and the price is cheap,
Am
and I ain't really tryin' to go back there
I was born in Washington
C
in the winter of 83, pops split
Mother was left broke to raise me,
G
she did the best that she could
Two jobs to buy,
Am
but every night through the
wall in my bedroom
I can hear the cries when I thought
money could replace the tears
and with the devil I made a deal
loving the misbehavior
Am
From my shack to Wakanda,
from cutting coke into Mikey Wade
Now I know, it was the presidents
that had me blinded
C
From the moment I was born,
the only thing I knew
G
was grinding I was finding,
self caught in the middle of the madness
Am
And the more blow I flipped,
the more my mind filled with sadness
See the fact is,
I just wanted to make you proud
C
But if Rick Kane wanted to be
the one to lay it down
G
You ain't got a struggle at the store
Am
But you wouldn't accept a dime
cause you knew I was worth more
Well my momma told me
when I was just me high
C
Baby go and do what you dream
G
But I ain't grinding at this
dead end job
Am
Working six damn days a week
I learned early in life
gotta hustle to survive
C
And most things just ain't fair
G
I sold my soul to the devil
and the price is cheap
Am
And I ain't really trying to go
C
G
Am
back there
C
You
G
Am
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