This song is originally in the key of D 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.
Producer: John Gotitt , VenoTheBuilder,
Writer: EST Gee, John Gotitt , VenoTheBuilder,
Original Key: D 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] Dm . Bb C Dm C (Look out, Veno) Dm (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients) Yeah, yeah, yeah [VERSE ONE] Bb Nigga, I'm undefeated, streets ain't beat me, the police neither Dm I ain't got no sympathy for nobody ignorin' what I'm teachin' F I ain't no motherfuckin' preacher, I'm more comfortable with demons Dm I spent whole weeks in the beater, stinkin' out here, I ain't leavin' Bb Call my baby like, "I need you, bag a ball up, all them pieces" Dm Lethal injection by the needle, I ain't force nothin' on my pеople Bb And they ain't force it on mе neither, we both addicts, so we equals Dm And so I feel 'em, addicted to some shit that might just kill 'em Bb Fuck permission or forgiveness, this my hand, I ain't the dealer Dm Tryna teach my lil' one focus 'cause it's easy to forget the mission Bb And the difference is in love and loyalty ain't commitment Dm And to give it if you gettin' it 'cause it's rare when you start winnin' www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bb When you a real street nigga (Real street nigga), barely smile in pictures (Barley smile in pictures) Dm Dog life livin' (Yeah), goin' all out to get it (Goin' all out to get it) Dm You a shootin' star wisher (You a shootin' star), all night spinner (All night spinner) Dm On permission, sittin' in the trenches (Yeah, yeah), tryna get richer Bb Yeah, yeah, you in the trenches tryna get richer, uh Dm Foreign car whipper, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh F Shootin' star wisher, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh Dm All night sittin' in the trenches, tryna get richer, yeah [VERSE TWO] Bb It's overstood not to sleep 'til it's good, Dm even then, it ain't great as it should Dm You helped me shake off these drugs Dm My nigga, it was what it was, but I'm done ventin', Dm finish, the streets ain't got no love Dm Bb High solo in my truck, tryna pass Red the blunt Bb Dm Watch him walk up on me starin', slowly reach for my gun Dm Too big to go like Pun Bb I'ma land one in the lung or on a neck or a tongue Dm Bb Just 'cause I can't lose, gotta keep em' clean, go to school in my play shoes Bb "You welcome's" but no "Thank you's" Dm Got me thinkin' like, "Thank who?" Dm Bb Most that shit was fake, but I do thank God for his grace Bb Dm And makin' me starve, so I ate by the time they overfilled my plate Dm Bb Even Pluto said I'm great, he wanna help me change my fate Bb Dm Took a monster out on tour just for the world to know my face Dm Dm Fifty six nights straight, I go in beast mode for that pape' Dm This a reservation for rank, it's a marathon and a race Dm Bb Only real niggas relate and you ain't one if you can't, mm, mm [BRIDGE] Dm Yeah, yeah, yeah www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm Yeah, when you a real street nigga (Real street nigga), Dm barely smile in pictures (Barley smile in pictures) Dm Dog life livin' (Yeah), goin' all out to get it (Goin' all out to get it) Bb You a shootin' star wisher (You a shootin' star), all night spinner (All night spinner) Dm On permission, sittin' in the trenches (Yeah, yeah), tryna get richer Bb Yeah, yeah, you in the trenches tryna get richer, uh Dm Foreign car whipper, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh Bb Shootin' star wisher, in the trenches tryna get richer, uh Dm All night sittin' in the trenches, tryna get richer, yeah
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