Lyrics:
I Am Loved
Written by: Irene Rose Smith
July 2018
Capo 3
Verse One
G C/B
I got an A plus on my report card
oh yeah
I'm Dan Wayne, bring the major pain-pain
Candle-light, falsified, fish fried, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit
When I'm with the chopper,
don't even care but I did come up with some f*****g rules
Lately I just feel like there's no friends I'm always by myself
She know I'm anti-social too
friends were at
At every level, cash rules everything around me
But I'm that real G you sellouts are ashamed to be
You're headed down South, they say it's
The man in the mask Am
Is waiting for me G F
I can hear his breathing on the line Am G F
He wants everything Dm
That I want to give him G
And then
SAND OF TIME
Music by Slumber Sonic. Words by Iswardy
KEY Cmaj
Intro: C 2x
C F G 2x
VERSE
C F G7 G
Tis sand of time will stop somehow
C
D.T. on my shirt
F.T. all my hoes nigga
D.T.on my shirt
F.T. all my hoes nigga
Foreign when I skurt
Foreigns on my clothes nigga
Foreign when I skurt
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
the love I [Bb] gave you
But some-[F] day you'll [C7] wish that I still [F] care.
[C7] All these years how I've [F] loved you
Still I [G] know I claim
the nosebleeds(ayyy)
Now Im warming up on the floor seats(foreal)
I’m all about by numbers
Clutch in the 4th, Young Kobe(81)
Shaded up, staying lowkey
Euro stepping ,
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
I ain't no dolphin, f*** rhyming, I'm cripping
N****s rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
Running – D
G – D – Bm – A
V1.
G Bm A D/F# G G Bm A D/F# G
Running only gets me so far / who could run from all that you are
G Bm A D/F# G G Bm
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
Rolex, me I got a G-Shock
F your Pradas, I pump your chick like Reebok
F your Gucci flip-flops and dime-bag zip-locks
Me I’m on my get guap, pot shops
All Night Long
By Ken Widis c2017
Am/B/C/EE/Dx2 G EM Am7 G F# Am D Am D Am D G F#E /G
G
Twenty-five years ago
Em
Dsus C G Am
I'm alive And the angel of mercy is right by my side
Am
You act like I owe you
But I'm not in your
A G
Gender X and Fender wrecks
A G
I knew you from before
A G A G
Social memes and mean machines
A G
an Info-matic War
F E
You
I'm F-R-E-E dummy bitch free
Pop out on the scene so fresh and clean just mobbin' with the team
I'm S-I-N-G-L with the E
Told my ex delete my number
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
see?
F C
A man in a red suit, I thought could it be?
F G
with nobody that can't test a g
Yea I want everything for real but we don't start no beefs
My little niggas rep that Film Gang
F f f FG
My little nigga
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
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