This single was released on 18 June 2023. The vocals are by Clavish, the music is produced by Fraser Keetch, and the lyrics are written by Clavish , Fraser Keetch.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 92 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 92 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 92 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Gm Yo [VERSE] Gm I love my life, but I hate it at the same time Gm I lost my close friend, and I'm hurtin' 'cause it's not fair Gm If I was still shottin' where you shot, you couldn't shot there Gm Said she can't stand me, someone tell her cop chairs Gm And how much Dior runners I got that I do not wear Gm Colombia's down for the thirty, and he's not scared Gm His wrist works, been through more whips than Top Gear Gm A real one's hard to find, a bad bitch is not rare Gm You ain't hit your opp block, but you been hittin' your girl Gm My P U B's a quarter mill in the mail Gm I'll make it further than you, why? 'Cah I'm willin' to fail Gm Even if that means sittin' in jail Gm Oh well, I bought a car for my little sis', a Dinger for the gang Gm We cut ties with niggas that sing, but it's different where you hang Gm Went from Corsas to Corse, but it's different in the Lamb' Gm I try chest shot, he blocked it, so I chinged him in his hand Gm No, I don't see eye to eye with them silly little tramps Gm I'll probably still put my blacks on with a milli' in the bank Gm With a milli' on my wrist, and a million in cash Gm I'll sleep better when I hear Chak turned into some ash www.chordzone.org Gm My manager says I'm stupid for still rollin' with a scram Gm I hate explainin' myself and I don't think he'll understand Gm **** got got the same day that he was trollin' on the 'Gram Gm Your violations get slept on, cah you're no one in your camp Gm I'm top two, and it's been that, lil' bro can't fight to save his life Gm But with his knife, they might give you a shit bag Gm Might give you a bad day or give your mum bad news Gm My hoodie cost a bag three, my runners cost a bag two Gm Pussy you just chat static Gm Fuckin' on his BM, got her breathin' like she asthmatic Gm Leave him with a face scar, so you can see my shank damage Gm He ain't worth turnin' cabbage Gm I can make the yola vanish, bring it back, crack magic Gm Four pipe, my whip fartin', can't bring Dimma Hatton Garden Gm Last time we did, he try pop a chain disregardin' Gm Niggas tryna sign out early, but I'm in regardless Gm 'Cause if I slip one time, that could be the darkest moment Gm Paid fifty for my watch, I'll pay more for his head back Gm All my hoes holdin' grudges, 'cause I ain't givin' head back Gm The same day you buy it, same day you gotta test that Gm I ain't lookin' after yours, cah I ain't tryna be a stepdad Gm Been a shiesty yout way before I ever had sex, akh Gm If I give you back half, then I beg you just respect that Gm Beg you don't call my phone like Ciian, can't get the rest back Gm Before major comebacks, there's always minor setbacks Gm If you don't grind, I'll assume nothin's what you wanna be Gm Hoes see me on the menu, and say "Course, that's what I wanna eat Gm 'Course that's what I wanna beat," for me, she's a proper freak Gm Give me jaw and ride my dick properly Gm Apart from waps, I'm tryna invest into some property Gm And stay away from guys that think life's a game, Monopoly Gm One hundred racks in jewels, you're basically the lottery Gm To bring my niggas on tour, they don't know what it's costin' me Gm Tell my AR, "Bring the woosh" Gm Them Rick Owen boots, the quickest way for her to shush www.chordzone.org Gm I already got the puss', a little pull, a little push Gm He started runnin' off, he only saw my bally and my hood Gm I got so much of it, my cousins think I've got a pattern with Celine Gm And that I'm lyin', when I say that I do no get it for free Gm You would think my watch is in jail, my AP's on the freeze Gm You would think her legs don't work, she's always on her knees Gm You would think I had no friends, I was always with the fiends Gm Ten, fifty, then a hundred racks, was always in my dreams Gm Minimum a flick knife, that was always in my jeans Gm My niggas not no pedophile, but he's always around a teen, seven Gm Out here with nothin', then you probably wanna see Heaven Gm Carry on, gwaan, like you don't need weapon Gm If Jo ever got caught, for the time, he done three cheffings Gm By the time he came home, it would've been P Gm HMP's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem Gm Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in all black with cheap leathers Gm Really I should be in Paris, skinny fit, clean steppers Gm Number plates already hot, and plus we've got like three peppers Gm I don't wanna be in jail, phone sex, read letters Gm Loopz always got his gun on him, he don't need wetters Gm But what I need is a girl that loves me for me Gm Not for my VVs, or the fact that I've got silly Ps Gm Hit her like twice, but she is not my lover, Billie Jean Gm Tryna tell my youngin' that I love to stop sippin' lean Gm Negative to positive, that's how I made my mummy proud Gm Then back to negative, when they try to come outside my mummy's house Gm I put mummy on a flight, used to take out mummy's knife Gm I'm a G.O.A.T. in the , I put that on my mummy's life Gm I could never be a bum, I would've wasted mummy's time Gm When she carried me for nine months, she deserves a lick back Gm Rollie on my nigga's wrist, didn't pay for it, he licked that Gm Didn't pray for it, just told a pussy boy to unclip that Gm Nina try introduce me to some hoes in his mansion Gm But little did he know, CLA already hit that Gm Got more motion than your whole gang Gm Murder on my mind, I probably get that from my old man Gm 'Course you can hold dick, but I ain't tryna hold hands Gm The way I fill her up, you would think she had a low tank Gm And no, I won't rap about no murders that I weren't involved in Gm They do it all the time, to me that's some joke ting Gm Me and Crash me the hood hot, cah we done a pokin' Gm Left his top red and white, like the flag of Poland Gm If YB was still alive, he'd need F1 plus a whole rex Gm I know he's up in Heaven, probably tryna make the coke stretch Gm Free my jail niggas, doin' pull ups, gettin' no sex Gm And free my opps, the with no canteen and no creps Gm A few used to diss me when I was bruck Gm But I'ma drop eighty on a chain to show I've leveled up Gm I see bro push it so deep, he got his metal stuck Gm The things I've got are never luck, me and her did never fuck Gm Yo, my next purchase gotta be a sheen with a whistle Gm I bet you these bullets don't tickle Gm If I weren't trappin, I was robbin' like Thickle Gm My point threes, like they could've been Skittles Gm I'm pullin' strings, could've done my ting with a guitar Gm Cheffed a boy in his back, and turned my block to Qatar Gm I'm in a Dawn with my day one, wishin' on a star Gm And a scorps, big racks, I used to re up on a half Gm Confused why I never see you when it's time to ride Gm But always when it's time to hide Gm Never tell the truth, but always hear you when it's time to lie Gm Life's changed, I phone up my niggas like "It's time to fly" Gm I tell my label I'm a dripper, I don't need a stylist Gm Would've made her bae, but she's been runnin' up her mileage Gm Same way I run it up in Knightsbridge Gm Can't forget when I was runnin' on the night shift Gm Demons on my block, might leave their flicky where your eyes is Gm And run if you see them demons on a motorcycle with a hi vis Gm CLA
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