This single was released on 23 July 2024. The vocals are by Cordae , Lil Wayne, the music is produced by Smoko Ono , BoogzDaBeast, and the lyrics are written by Cordae, Lil Wayne, Smoko Ono,.
This song is originally in the key of C Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 82 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of C Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 82 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: C Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 82 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Cm Yeah, ayy Cm Uh uh, yeah Cm Lord Cm Ayy Cm Yeah [VERSE] Cm I'm dealing with a lot of problems, don't know if y'all can relate Cm Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate Cm And I can really use a stress reliever Cm 'Cause where I'm from they catchin' bullets like the best receivers Cm The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber Cm The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears Cm Likе the Nile, I can flow for years Cm I rеally got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears Cm Rap niggas lying through their teeth, though, these are not veneers Cm Skipping through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears Cm I conquer fears, running up them Ms and drive my mama tears Cm I love Jim Carrey, but don't fuck with yes men Cm I need honest ears when in the studio Cm Turned down a movie role to finish the album, I pray the outcome is good Cm Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took a nigga out of the hood Cm Carrying water, chopping the wood Cm But you gon' always have motion if the product is good Cm Lord knows it's crazy how I can just text Hov Cm And run plays on the weekend, it's more than just XOs Cm When I dropped my first album, was nervous, my chest froze www.chordzone.org Cm Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row Cm Bought a new fuckin' crib, but that shit is in escrow Cm 'Cause my credit score low as my self esteem, but I grow Cm It's a yellow beam when I glow, I have mellow dreams when I smoke Cm To my fellow kings, keep the hope, Cm I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning Cm Acting wild like a Black & Mild, we smoked the opponent Cm I prayed and hoped for this moment, and if I post it, I own it Cm No cap for me, we get money like athletes Cm Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more of a match for me Cm If we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry Cm Boy, I got this down to a science, I promise you, I ain't lyin' Cm Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough Cm Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro, send 'em to Fairy World Cm Never wore a Jheri curl like Mike Jack in the 80s Cm I might crash the Mercedes, my life flashed from a baby Cm I reminisce on the daily, my penmanship which had pay me Cm It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy Cm Time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last? Cm New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash, huh Cm The competition, damn, we way passed Cm I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh Cm Just let it breathe Cm Let it breathe Cm (Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe) Yeah Cm Let it breathe Cm (Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe) Cm Just let it breathe [VERSE] Cm Uh Cm I need more real love and less fake laughs Cm I wear this mean mug like a face mask Cm She give me real love with that fake ass Cm It fit me like a glove, OJ hands Cm I'ma need a little love from your hatin' ass Cm Real love, real love, Mary J. playin' Cm Need less yes men and more amens Cm I'ma need more real prayers and less praying hands Cm I'm smoking straight gas, no brake pads Cm You smokin' Bubba Dub, nigga, straight trash Cm I get more camel toe than them Arabs Cm She deep throat the whole dick, but couldn't take half Cm I take a nigga life before he take the stand Cm Take some drugs then take off, take some when I land Cm You standing on business, I'm a businessman Cm I'm a goat, nigga, you a sacrificial lamb Cm You a teddy bear, nigga, you a Teddy Graham Cm You sweet as jelly jam, honey glazed deli ham Cm Bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam Cm I got a heavy hand, but hold it like a Steadicam Cm Am I talking to the martians when I pray, man? Cm I need to know is there a heaven or just Space Jam? Cm And it's Saturday morning every day, man Cm Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man Cm Why they playin'? Cm Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland Cm And if it ain't a red flag, then it's a red flag Cm And if it ain't Mula Baby, then I ain't the dad Cm I need my head scanned www.chordzone.org Cm Yeah, I need more hard drugs, less annoyed plugs Cm I need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds Cm Blunt look like a rocket ship, yeah, we goin' up Cm Coffee in a styrofoam cup Cm Good morning, it's Saturday
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