Original Key: F# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 80
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]
 F#m
 Hey UD
                 Bm
 What's good my boy?
 Bm
 Mister 305 (Yessir)
 Bm        F#m
 Wade County
 F#m
 Sixteen years later
 F#m
 We done made history
                       Bm
 Three rings on our fingers
  Bm
 Pockets gettin' fatter (Uh)
 Bm
 Nigga we gettin' bread
 
 [VERSE]
 F#m
 I'm the son of a saint, still considered a sinner (Ha)
  Bm
 Three rings on his finger, yeah, that boy was a winner (Winner)
  F#m
 Never known as a singer but this might be a single (Facts)
  Bm
 Always bet on your homies, then go buy the casino (Ballin')

 F#m
 Ball is my passion, check my stats if they askin' (Uh)
 Bm
 Shawty checkin' my page, she follow my fashion (I'm clean)
 F#m
 My life is a film and Gab's the lead
 Bm
 She's so precious to me, as the air that I breathe

 F#m
 Time to fuel up the jet, D-Wade jersey the drip (Yeah)
 Bm
 Lamborghini's to match, got Guccis on the strip (Oh yeah)
 F#m
 These haters beneath us as I'm lacin' my sneakers (You dig?)
 Bm
 Season sixteen, Lamborghinis and Neimans
 
 [INSTRUMENTAL] 
 
 F#m Bm F#m Bm

 [VERSE]
 F#m
 I'm shootin' my shot (Shot)
                               Bm
 Every car that I cop (Cop), every record I break (Break)
 Bm
 Every rock in my watch (Ah)
 
 F#m
 Every step that I take (Take)
 F#m
 Still won't step no mistakes (No)
 Bm
 I'm talkin' major league, never minimum wage

 F#m
 So proud to be niggas (Niggas), the descent of a slave (Uh)
 Bm
 Motorcades, silver Mercedes, so get out my way
 F#m
 Tangerines, still in my slippers, still twistin' up dank
 Bm
 Shed a tear for all my homies, Black Bo and E. Gates

 F#m
 Let's find a masseuse, then inspire the youth
 Bm
 If it's best for the hood, then let's call it a truce
 F#m
 My chains get tangled (Tangled), these niggas be hateful (Hate)
 Bm
 My momma still prayin' (Prayin'), so really I'm grateful

 (Maybach Music)
 
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 [CHORUS]
 F#m
 I'm still here, lookin' through the window
 Bm
 Watchin' the days go by
 Bm                 F#m
 Watchin' the sun rise, why don't you try?
 Bm
 Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha
 
 F#m
 I'm still here, lookin' through the window
 Bm
 Watchin' the days go by
 Bm                 F#m
 Watchin' the sun rise, why don't you try?
 Bm
 Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha

 [VERSE]
 F#m
 I promise to pray for a positive fate
  Bm
 Had the world in your palms, but he caught him a case
 F#m
 Shed a tear in the court, he got boxed in the crate
 Bm
 Then they shipped him up North, mom just sat in a daze

 F#m
 The bottles on ice, the models be nice (Yeah)
 Bm
 We call it running shoe, any problems deny
  F#m
 Serve him like Boris Becker, I want two hunnid Checkers
  Bm
 So if they wanna slow our records, it just won't affect us

 F#m
 Take my boys to Mecca (Boss), all my niggas blessed (Maybach Music)
 Bm
 Smokin' with my dawgs, you can smell the relish
 F#m
 They try to give me Hell, I bet I get to Heaven
 Bm
 I stay away from twelve, I'm such a gifted felon

 F#m
 I'm seated on the floor (Floor)
 F#m
 She can see the loafers (Woo)
 Bm
 Showin' love to the season ticket holders (Woo)
 F#m
 Showin' love to the season ticket holders (Woo)
 Bm
 Showin' love to the season ticket holders (Woo)
 

 We do this for the city, U (What?)

 The whole city
 
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 [CHORUS]
 F#m
 I'm still here, lookin' through the window
 Bm
 Watchin' the days go by
 Bm                 F#m
 Watchin' the sun rise, why don't you try?
 Bm
 Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha
 
 F#m
 I'm still here, lookin' through the window
 Bm
 Watchin' the days go by
 Bm                 F#m
 Watchin' the sun rise, why don't you try?
 Bm
 Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha

 [OUTRO]  

 Man, how does it feel, dawg?

 You love doin' this

 How does it feel?

 Shit it feel great, baby, I know [?] South Beach 'til I got [?]

 I just want to know that my boy

 Man listen, we put on for the city, sixteen years

 Five finals, three rings, we put those trophies over here

 We put on for the- shit, let me calm down

 Man, let me calm down, man fuck

 Don't calm down my nigga

 You the mothafuckin' Mr. 305, nigga, do what you do

 Nigga I got my own county

 Listen, the love of the city has been crazy, man, I appreciate it all

 Thanks for giving my own county

 I told these niggas man, you got a beast?

 I gotta cross that bridge, nigga can't play with us, man

 Can't do nothing 'round here

 Hey Ross, man, ain't nothin' but love, baby

 Big homie, you know what it is, always

 Still with the shits, three rings later though