This single was released on 19 January 2024. The vocals are by Fivio Foreign, Meek Mill, the music is produced by Saint Cardona , Lala the DJ, and the lyrics are written by Fivio Foreign, Meek Mill , Cristion D’or.
This song is originally in the key of F Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 90 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of F Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 90 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Fivio Foreign, Meek Mill ,
Producer: Saint Cardona , Lala the DJ,
Writer: Fivio Foreign, Meek Mill , Cristion D’or,
Producer: Saint Cardona , Lala the DJ,
Writer: Fivio Foreign, Meek Mill , Cristion D’or,
Original Key: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 90 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] [VERSE] Fm Yeah Fm If everybody demons, I'ma call this hell Fm How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself? Fm I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt Fm I ain't had the best drip, but I wore it well Fm Yeah, I brought that pain with me Fm I'd rather sleep alone than have the wrong bitch layin' with me Fm Different walks of life, but niggas is from the same city Fm I take him out the game for good, Fm that nigga keep on playin' with me Fm I been through all type of shit Fm Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of bitch Fm Goin' live, ShadeRoom, I lost likes and shit Fm I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this Fm And everybody actin' funny Fm Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny Fm And they gon' hate me with their soul, but they gon' ask for money Fm And when I tell 'em niggas "No," they say I'm actin' funny Fm Like I don't know the real truth Fm Like I don't know the shit that I survived would've killed you Fm I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on them pills too Fm To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes Fm We got the same twenty four hours, nigga Fm Why what's mine gotta be ours, nigga? Fm Talkin' 'bout niggas need help, nigga, I was "niggas" Fm But I rose out of the dirt, give me my flowers, nigga Fm I see you hatin', nigga, just admit it Fm How you playin' victim to a crime that you committed? Fm How you mad about a life that you ain't livin'? Fm And how you tell me how to spend a bag that you ain't gettin'? Fm Even my family couldn't stand me Fm I feel like only Instagram understand me Fm They kill me in they raps, but I don't believe the cap Fm 'Cause every time I'm out, I'm never hidin' where I'm at Fm And they be talkin' crazy every day behind my back Fm But every time I see 'em, niggas always give me dap Fm Can I live? All that stupid shit I did Fm I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids Fm I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge Fm And they sayin' they need more, that's some disrespectful shit Fm Like bitch, I pay the rent, how you put my bags out and shit? Fm I brought you back in my life, how you want me back out the crib? Fm I'm tryna be a good nigga, why you wanna spazz out and glitch? Fm Actin' like it's nothin', I don't just pass out this gift Fm Damn, this what I waited for? Huh Fm To get money and get hated more? Fm Everybody I thought loved me is wagin' war Fm If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor Fm If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Fm If I knew this what it was, I'd have been sayin' more Fm If I thought it was a game, I would've been playin' more Fm I'm really hot 'cause I grew up without the fan on Fm I'm really 'bout to pull my Glock out on the landlord Fm I'm really like that, tell my mama we ain't stayin' poor Fm I feel like the G.O.A.T. every single time I cut that Lamb' on Fm Urn be on my dresser since he was present on my standoffs Fm My granny house a mil', she ain't even know I could rap my ass off Fm You shittin' me? I was super broke, I took that cast off Fm Started sellin' work, you hit this shit, you probably blast off Fm Auntie, she got seven homies, three, and I still passed off Fm Knowin' she won't pay me, but I'm knowin' I'm a rap star Fm Switchy on they block got niggas runnin' like they track stars Fm You spin too many times, we drill your whip up like it's Nascar Fm Ff ff ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard Fm My youngin' tryna crash and Fm he can't wait to go on this crash course Fm Ff ff ff, shoot your shit up on the dashboard Fm My youngin' tryna crash and Fm he can't wait to go on this crash course www.chordzone.org [OUTRO] Fm Huh, Fivio Foreign, Meek Mills, nigga Fm Viral Fm Moral of the story, though Fm I got no sympathy for you bitch ass niggas Fm Yeah Fm Oh, yeah, when you, you niggas pick a side too, nigga Fm Ha, you bitch ass niggas Fm And when you pick a side, stay there, nigga Fm You know what time I'm on, you know my side, nigga
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