G Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Cm

G                                        Gmaj7
  I can't find the motive to wake in the morning
                                      Cmaj7
And be so productive the way that you do
                                      Cm
I'd rather smoke 'til my lungs prolly blow up
                                     G
The way that my music will hopefully do

I know the world as you know it
   Gmaj7
Is heavy, it's harder to grasp
              Cmaj7
Sometimes you fall, sometimes you crash
             Cm
Stand up and notice you're back on your ass


     G
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
      Gmaj7
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
       Cmaj7
When I pull up and show her the evidence
      Cm
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate

    G
And lately I just wanna finish shit
      Gmaj7
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
        Cmaj7
Love my city but hate who I share it with
       Cm
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid


    G
Now I'm too okay on my own
          Gmaj7
Rather be out on the streets than my home
          Cmaj7
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
           N.C.
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke

           G
I feel the energy, really you don't
          Gmaj7
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
            Cmaj7
I need that ice that resemble my soul
                    Cm
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't


     G
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
      Gmaj7
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
       Cmaj7
When I pull up and show her the evidence
      N.C.
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate

    G
And lately I just wanna finish shit
      Gmaj7
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
        Cmaj7
Love my city but hate who I share it with
       Cm
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid


    G
Now I'm too okay on my own
          Gmaj7
Rather be out on the streets than my home
          Cmaj7
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
           Cm
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke

           G
I feel the energy, really you don't
          Gmaj7
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
            Cmaj7
I need that ice that resemble my soul
                    Cm
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't


     G
See, I hate the shit that I'm living in
      Gmaj7
Got a bitch and she claim that she innocent
       Cmaj7
When I pull up and show her the evidence
      Cm
Yeah, I'll be the one inconsiderate

    G
And sometimes I just wanna finish shit
      Gmaj7
Finna stomp you get blood on my Timberlands
        Cmaj7
Love my city but hate who I share it with
       Cm
Got no feelings 'cus nobody felt the kid


    G
Now I'm too okay on my own
          Gmaj7
Rather be out on the streets than my home
          Cmaj7
Rather be rollin' up gettin' some dome
           Cm
Look in my eyes when you say you want smoke

           G
I feel the energy, really you don't
          Gmaj7
Toolie on temple like I'm finna blow
            Cmaj7
I need that ice that resemble my soul
                    Cm
'Cus I know there's people who think that I won't