Tono: C#m
Introducción:
C#m A E
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
B C#m
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
A E
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
B C#m
When there's no one there to catch your fall
A
Aye, aye, aye, aye
E
Three foot tall
B
Aye, aye, aye, aye
C#m
Like you're three foot tall
A
Aye, aye, aye, aye
E
Three foot tall
B
Aye, aye, aye, aye
When there's no one to-
C#m
Stressed out, waking up and it's time to get it
A
In a room full of haters ain't got time for jealousy
E
I'm too focused on the music, the money and where I'm headed
B
If they rain on my parade I'm a get an umbrella, haha
C#m A
Fuck all the damn opinions, never really been a one to listen
E B
Ain't no-one else in the world saw my visions till I went the distance and stayed driven
C#m
Gotta go for it, do or die
A
Can't slow down, I feel too alive
E
I'm a chase my dream, fuck the suit and tie
B
If you walked in my shoes you would lose your mind
C#m
Got the blood of a champion in my veins
A
I ain't following nobody, I'm in my own lane
E
Live a day in my life, come and feel my pain
B
I'm ballin out like Lebron and Dwayne
C#m A
In overtime, all my life, time to turn it up into overdrive
E
Gotta live your life with an open mind
B
Blood, sweat, tears got me so alive
C#m
Pull up with a bad one, and I'll pass her
A
Jury's out with a ass got a fat one
E
Used to never get money or hoes back then
B
Now I get both, but never really get a chance to
C#m
Wake the fuckers and the money, turn a vision to it
A
Embrace the struggle, and you're gonna get through it
E
Never give up boy, you gotta keep moving
B
Don't worry about me or what I'm doing
C#m
If anyone listening got a dream, better go for it
A
If you think about giving up better hold on
E
I been on my grind, hustlin' for so long
B
Po' up, goodbye, so I roll one
C#m A E
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
B C#m
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
A E
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
B C#m
When there's no one there to catch your fall
A
Aye, aye, aye, aye
E
Three foot tall
B
Aye, aye, aye, aye
C#m
Like you're three foot tall
A
Aye, aye, aye, aye
E
Three foot tall
B
Aye, aye, aye, aye
C#m
Waking up with the same routine
A
Hoping and prayin' for sunshine
E
If plan A don't work out, there's A through Z
B
Looking at rappers it's lunch time
C#m
Sick of the drugs and the groupies
A
Hustlin' homeboy it's crunch time
E
Praying to god he don't lose me
B
Shout out to my family one time
C#m
Putting my thoughts on a loose sleeve
A
I'm the Bruce Lee of this rap shit
E
Sometimes this life will get only colder
B
So go make sure that you bring a jacket
C#m
Putting my heart and my soul in this music
A
I came way too far to turn back, bitch
E
People all told me that I wouldn't make it
B
Now they the ones saying "congrats kid"
C#m
Used to keep money that I made from hustlin'
A
Right there up under my mattress
E
Now I ain't tripping or worry about slippin'
B
I got an accountant for that shit
C#m
Stood on my own two feet nothing was handed to me
A
Everyday I would practice
E
Struggling everyday trying to find myself in this world
B
That's filled with madness
C#m
Stressed out, working hard
A
Going through some shit, put my trust in god
E
Everybody telling me I should stop
B
Put my middle fingers up, screamin' fuck 'em all
C#m
Every single day of my life I'm putting up a fight
A
Trying to figure my rights from wrong
E
Hella shit on my mind, no time for the bullshit
B
Boy I gotta' work hard
C#m A E
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
B C#m
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
A E
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
B C#m
When there's no one there to catch your fall
A
Aye, aye, aye, aye
E
Three foot tall
B
Aye, aye, aye, aye
C#m
Like you're three foot tall
A
Aye, aye, aye, aye
E
Three foot tall
B
Aye, aye, aye, aye
C#m A E
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
B C#m
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
A E
When it's just you, well, times can be tough