A
A
         C#m
Damn, I tried to stop,
B
Oh baby
   A
baby (Baby),
A
baby
C#m
babe (You literally are my everything)
B

[Chorus]
A
    Baby, I've been on the run 
A
    But I would never run from your love
C#m
    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
 B
    Not right there, just a little above
A                                    A
   I value my relationship, it's forever,

 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m
    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
  B
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A
    Huh, lean,
A
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
B
   Chopper on  me, I don't
A
talk, I just up the beam,
A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

[Verse]
A
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
A
Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green
C#m

                  B
Still a blue face king
                                  A
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
                                    A
I know my haters hate to see me succeed
                                                 C#m
If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
                              B
That shit got me laughin', haha
                                  A
Kel-Tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
                         A
Fuck nigga, I'm your father
                       C#m
Don't matter if you older
                       B
They say age is just a number,
                              A
If that's the case, I'm way over
                       A
Than who? These niggas

And these bitches that think that they get it
C#m
For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick
       B
Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket
A
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
       A
On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
        C#m
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
B
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
A
 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
A
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
C#m
    You stuck with me,
       B
 apologies for my fuckery

[Chorus]
A
    Baby, I've been on the run 
A
    But I would never run from your love
C#m
    If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
 B
    Not right there, just a little above
A                                    A
   I value my relationship, it's forever,

 But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m
    Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
  B
    Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A
    Huh, lean,
A
   Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m
lungs, I'm smokin' green,
B
   Chopper on  me, I don't
A
talk, I just up the beam,
A
Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m
(Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B
Close range, so I got blood on my jeans

[Outro] (Fade out)
A  A  C#m B
A  A  C#m B
A  A  C#m B
A  A  C#m B