Intro
A G C A
Ends, some people would rob their mother, for the ends
G C A
Rat snitch on one another for the ends,
G C A
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends,
G C A
So before we go any further i want my ends.
Verse
A
I knew this cat named darrell, didn't have a dollar,
D
He was harvard material, Ivy league scholar.
A
He had a phd, had an MBA
D
But now he's waiting tables cause theres rent to pay
A
Companies downsizing inflations rising
D
cant find a job, hes feeling kind of stressed.
A
Does'nt even feel the effects when he says
D
Forgot to count how many times i've been blessed
A
So he falls off track starts smoking the crack
D
And once it hits his brain it starts a chain react.
A
He sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
D
He's losing his teeth now he's out in the streets.
A
And all of a sudden hes like Jesse James.
D
Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains.
A
But hes from business school, and he's nervous with a tool.
D
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
A
For the ends...
Chorus ( same as intro )
Verse 2 (same chord progression as verse 1 so I'm not going to write it out)