21 Chords

[Chorus]
                Em
Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
            C                       G
Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock
                  Em
I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
        C                                G
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
                 Em
It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
        C                            G
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
              Em
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
            C                             G
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top
 
 
[Verse 1]
                     Em
Swervin' on the E-way, don't care if I crash in this coupe
                              C                               G
Shit I'm thinkin' 'bout too real, might lose my mind in this coupe
                           Em
Can't relapse off these drugs, man, R.I.P. to Juice
                           C                               G
We was tweakin' off them Percs, I popped my last one with you
                         Em
Bond tight with my day ones, ain't tryna find no recruits
                         C                                 G
We was playin' give and take on that front line with my troops
           Em                             Em
Ayy, like who want smoke? We got plenty guns
                 C                        G
Keep two lil' savages on X and they gon' get it done
           Em
And them hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs
              C                                 G
It was goin' down on the set, that's when this shit was fun
              Em
I just been ballin' on these niggas like I'm Kendrick Nunn
                 C                                         G
Every day my birthday, bitch, it's lit, I just turned twenty-one
 
 
[Chorus]
 
                Em
Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
            C                       G
Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock
                  Em
I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
        C                                G
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
                 Em
It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
        C                            G
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
              Em
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
            C                             G
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top
 
[Verse 2]
                Em
Ever since I stepped up in this game, I've been a bomb threat
                 C                        G
I was in the trenches, tryna see a life beyond that
                     Em
'Cause complacent niggas usually die up in they complex
                   C                           G
Nigga, where I'm from, they turn death into a contest
               Em
Livin' by the gun, put all my trust into this compact
                  C                              G
My niggas went to war, but they ain't get no Vietnam check
                    Em
Lil' bro want his head, he tryna make his brains ooze
                             C                        G
Lil' bitch, I'm from the Northside where they raise goons
                        Em
Took losses in these streets, shit got me singin' gang blues
               C                            G
I been a real nigga 'fore this shit became cool
                            Em
I'm the type to switch my watch up every time I change moods
                      C                               G
He the type to get excited 'cause he made The Shade Room
 
 
[Chorus]
                Em
Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
            C                       G
Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock
                  Em
I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
        C                                G
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
                 Em
It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
        C                            G
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
              Em
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
            C                             G
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top
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