Matte BlackCifra de Teclado

                    Bbm 
(You did good Slick) 
               Ab 
(It's a Smash!) 

 Bbm  A  Bbm  Ab 

Bbm 
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto 

Wetto, Wetto, Wetto 
Ab 
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet 

Fm 
I got the Glock in my yoga pants 

Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance 
Ab 
Swangin' that K' with an open stance 

Loaded from smoking that opium 
Bbm 
Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in 

All of my walls, they closing in 
Ab 
51/50, They tryna come get me 

Just minding my business and moseying 

Bbm 
Matte black, smokin' packs 

Panic attacks, back to back 
Ab 
Xanax on my lap, debating, should I relapse? 
Bm 
But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout 

I just wanna put it up in her mouth 
Ab 
Pimping up in my blood, what's up 'cause? 

Thuggin' that dirty South 

Bbm 
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59 
Ab                                         Fm 
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side 
Bbm 
Slicky pull up in a quartеr mill' and slaughter up your daughter 
Ab 
Yung Jesus with thеm Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water 

Bbm 
Anytime, any place, any hood, any state 
Ab                          Fm 
Good till it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fucking face 
Bbm 
Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates 
F        Fm 
Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased 

Bbm 
Poet when I'm spitting game (Game) 

Show me how that pussy shaved (Shaved) 
Ab 
Dosage climbin' with my shame (Shame) 
     Fm 
Mama crying for my pain (Pain) 

Bbm 
Will they ever understand? (No) 

Can I even help my dad? (No) 
Ab 
Money fuckin' up my fam', giving until there's nothing left 

Bbm 
Pulling up in that latest (Damn!) 

Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands 
Ab 
Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends 
            Fm 
Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans 
Bbm 
I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans 

Went to my hood and I copped some land 
Ab 
Blowing through my money like Democrats 
                            F 
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax 

                      Bbm 
Why the fuck you look to me for help? 
                                      Fm 
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt 
                                             Bbm 
I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself 

Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt 
      Fm 
Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt 
      Bbm 
Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, Ion' know 
Ab                  F 
There's a fine line between me and you 

Bbm 
The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and probably puke 
Ab                                    F 
Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through 

Bbm 
But I'm still shining, baby girl wylin' 
Ab                                   Fm 
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes 
Bbm 
Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm gripping my. 9 
          Ab 
Yeah, I'm always on my toes, but I'm still the same height 

                   Bbm 
Standing tall over my grave 
                                             Ab 
Make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved 
Fm                                                   Bbm 
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made 
                                            Ab 
I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste 
Abm         Fm 
It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste! 

    Bbm 
Lil Shawty wanna marry me, I said: You're better off in debt 
Ab                                  Fm 
If it didn't work out baby, I'll be real hard to forget 
Bbm 
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access 
Ab                                                    Bbm 
Fuck on me baby, I'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat 


I ride for my family that's Grey59 
Ab                              Bbm 
Try and be all I can be and not waste my time 

On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind 
        Ab 
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind 

Eb            Bbm 
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59 
Ab 
Three fingers in the air 
Ab 
Three fingers in the air 
Eb            Bbm 
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59 
Ab 
Three fingers in the air, m- 
Ab 
Three fingers in the air, main 
Eb            Bbm 
I ride for my family that's Grey59 
Eb            Bbm 
I ride for my family that's Grey59 


Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time 

Try and be all I can be and I waste my time