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Introduction: D7+    C#m7    Bm7    E    D    

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Bm7  
          We are not the same I am too reckless
                                     E            D                 C#m7  
I'm not tryna go in that direction
C#m7  
          These niggas they been doing too much flexing
                                                D7+         C#m7            Bm7  
But they about to call the wrong attention
Bm7  
        And I ain't got no patience, no more testing
                                          E                            D                 C#m7  
I do shit how I want, don't need no blessing
C#m7  
          XO niggas, ain't nothing to mess with
                                          D7+    C#m7      Bm7  
Nobody stoppin' us, oh no, we destined
Bm7  
          And everybody around you is so basic
                                                E              D                         C#m7  
I'm never rocking white, I'm like a racist
C#m7  
          I don't drink my liquor with a chaser
                                             D7+    C#m7            Bm7  
And money is the only thing I'm chasin'
Bm7  
          End some dope nights on some coke lines
                                             E                         D         C#m7  
Give me head all night, cum four times
C#m7  
          Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound
                                                        D7+    C#m7  
Do an ounce get some dick, tell your friends about it
                     F#m7  
Gºtell  
                     Bm7  
Gºtell  
                     F#m7  
Gºtell  
                                F#m7  
How I roll, how I get it on the low
Bm7  
          Gºtell  
        E         D                              C#m7  
Gºtell  
C#m7  
          I'm the nigga with the hair
Singing 'bout poppin' pills
                                                                D7+    C#m7    Bm7  
fuckin' bitches, livin' life, so      trill
Bm7  
          Last year I did all the politickin'
                                          E            D              C#m7  
This year I'mma focus on the vision
C#m7  
          I think these hoes deserve another fixin'
                                                          D7+    C#m7              Bm7  
I'm talkin' 'bout the ones from the beginnin'
Bm7  
          Don't believe the rumors, bitch, I'm still a user
                                                E         D                                                 C#m7  
I'm still rockin' camo and still roll with shooters
C#m7  
I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killin'
                D7+         C#m7      Bm7  
I'mma spend it all on bitches
Bm7  
          And everybody fuckin', everybody fuckin'
                                  E              D                      C#m7  
Pussy on the house, everybody fuckin'
C#m7  
Man, I miss my city, man, it's been a minute
                D7+    C#m7                      Bm7  
MIA a habit, Cali was the mission
Bm7  
Cruise through the west-end in my new Benz
                                                     E         D                                 C#m7  
I'm just tryna live life through a new lens
C#m7  
Drivin' by the streets I used to walk through
                                                                                     D7+            C#m7  
When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle
                     F#m7  
Gºtell  
                     Bm7  
Gºtell  
                     F#m7  
Gºtell  
                                                D7+    C#m7  
How I roll, how I get it on the low
Bm7  
          Gºtell  
        E         D                              C#m7  
Gºtell  
C#m7  
          I'm the nigga with the hair
Singing 'bout poppin' pills
                                                                D7+    C#m7    Bm7  
fuckin' bitches, livin' life, so      trill
Bm7  
Roll some, think I’ll roll some
                                                     E         D  
To know some, if we both honest
C#m7                                                      D7+  
Who lasts? Yeah, you lie
C#m7              Bm7  
Spent the whole summer
Tryna be at the wrong place at the right time
          E    D                            C#m7  
But I know what's mine when I see it
                  D7+    C#m7  
I know
Bm7  
My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual
                                                                        E            D                      C#m7  
She tried to take a selfie at my Grandma's funeral
C#m7  
Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems
                                                                                D7+    C#m7                 Bm7  
Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon
Bm7  
And I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke
                                                                        E                            D                 C#m7  
I used to roam around the town when I was homeless
C#m7  
Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his Jordans
                                                                                D7+      C#m7              Bm7  
And flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix
Bm7  
Now we get faded when we want, girl, we got choices
                                                                E              D              C#m7  
Lay them on the fuckin' table, we got choices
C#m7  
And if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices
                                                                          D7+              C#m7                      Bm7  
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
Bm7  
Yeah, that shit is pointless
                                                                          E                         D                              C#m7  
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
C#m7  
Yeah, that shit is pointless
                                                                             D7+            C#m7                    Bm7  
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
                     F#m7  
Gºtell  
                     Bm7  
Gºtell  
                     F#m7  
Gºtell  
                                F#m7  
How I roll, how I get it on the low
Bm7  
          Gºtell  
        E         D                              C#m7  
Gºtell  
C#m7  
          I'm the nigga with the hair
Singing 'bout poppin' pills
                                                                D7+    C#m7    Bm7  
fuckin' bitches, livin' life, so      trill
         Bm7    E    D    C#m7  
                     C#m7    D7+    C#m7    Bm7