This single was released on 13 December 2019.
Scale: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 60 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am G F JD On Tha Track www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am G Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win F This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in Am G Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin? F I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min' Am G Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind F I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again Am G I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end F Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz [VERSE ONE] Am Everybody grind, everybody eat G I been on my grind on my two feet F Butterfly doors, it's a two-seat F JT finna punch, call it Bruce Lee Am We'll spin a nigga block only two deep G Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet F Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy F Wanna see my whole block livin' Gucci Am And the good die young, said Poochie G Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie F Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi F Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me Am Wear my hat to the back, I ain't woopty G Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie F I remember block days, it was 2P F In the cell writin' bars under two sheets Am I remember when the crib had no heat G I remember when the opps wanted no beef F I remember spinnin' blocks in a stoley F Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey Am I done seen a good kid startin' OD G I done seen bro die front of police F So I try not to cry every day now F Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down Am If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down G You ain't never moved guns through the Greyhound F You ain't never gon' spin when it came down F And I really wanna hear what you say now Am Keep a pole every day, we don't play 'round G Backpack got a stash, it's a spray ground F I remember tryna jugg out the playground F In the stu' goin' hard every day now, no, no www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am G Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win F This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in Am G Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin? F I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min' Am G Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind F I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again Am G I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end F Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz [VERSE TWO] Am G I hope my mother forgive, shit that I did, she ain't expect from a kid F It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz 'fore you start runnin' your jibs Am G I know some killers and goons, I send 'em lurkin', they finna get you by noon F You could get swept like a broom, heaven got room, you finna go up there soon Am What you assume? G Had to eat, I ain't start with no spoon F Feel like brother just got me in tune F Now I'm finna shoot off to the moon Am Numbers goin' like Sonic, they zoom G Bitches fiendin' to give up they coo' F Made a milli', so long from a goo F I'ma have me a billion soon, nah, nah Am I'ma reach for the stars G Ice gon' cop me a new Audemar F Had to let go like five at the bar F Told the dealership upgrade my car Am G I be the man, two milli' plus on the 'Gram, learn what you don't understand F You just a fan, soon as you saw me, you ran, bro caught a hit off the Xan' Am G F Boy, I'ma blam, that's what you don't understand, no, we ain't finna throw hands, no, no F Nigga tryna steal my shine F I'ma clap 'fore you try to take mine (No, no, no, no) Am G Lately I been on my grind, for a fact, we gon' all be fine (No, no, no, no) F Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don't pay 'em no mind [CHORUS] Am G Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win F This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in Am G Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain't never come spin? F I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain't been broke in a min' Am G Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind F I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again Am G I need like fifty a show, that's how it go, I pick up half at the end F Young nigga settin' a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz
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