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[Intro: Meek Mill]
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Am                                           C
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
                   Am                  F
In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him
                        Am                   C
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
               Am                               F
Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
                    Am                    C
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
                   Am                              F
But now they all bustin' U-ies its gon' cost 'em
                        Am                   C
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
                      Am            F
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
                     Am       C
So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
                     Am          F
We've been at the clearport ballin'
                Am             C
I just want to see my niggas flossin'
                Am          F
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
                Am                          C
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
                   Am                  F
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
                     Am               C
My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
             Am                       F
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
                     Am                  C
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
                          Am              F
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
                    Am             C
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
                           Am                   F
Cause this the type of money'll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
And I can't trust nobody
C              Am             F          Am              C
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
Am                                  F                  Am            C
They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
Am                        F                            Am        C
Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model
          Am            F
I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Am                                                       C
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
          Am                           F
Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
                Am                         C
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
                  Am                                   F
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Am          C                         Am         F
       Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
C                         Am             F
Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough
And I'm going through stuff
I don't feel no love
C                               Am
And I shake your body and you still wake up
F                    Am
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
C                           Am                      F
The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
Am                              C
I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
Am                             F
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
Am                              C
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Am                               F
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
Am                               C
I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Am                            F
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
Am                             C
You can't question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Am                            F
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
C                     Am
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
F                         Am
And I'm leaning like a project banister
        C             Am                         F
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Am                    F
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
                      Am    C
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
             Am    F
Fuck it, we ball

For all the soldiers we lost
Am                              C
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Am                                 F
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Am                              C
She just got a nose job and it wasn't that bad (fuck it, we ball)
Am                                 F
I was juggin' round the city, I came back
           Am      C
Fuck it, we ball
                   Am    F
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
             Am           C
Tear down the mall, yeah
             Am         F
Fuck it, we ball
                Am    C Am F
Tear down the mall, ayy

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