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Version 1note: for easier chords (C Em D), tune down half a semitone and transpose +3 [Intro] 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