Chords with lyrics
Tuning: Standard (
E MajorE 
A augmentedA 
D MajorD 
G+G 
BB E MajorE)
Key: 
D#mD#m
Difficulty: Novice
For the sample follow |1 - 5 - 1 - 3 - 1
Eb MajorEb 
Bb majorBb Eb MajorEb 
GbGb Eb MajorEb
Intro: Joyner Lucas:
EbmEbm
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!
Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas:
EbmEbm
Mind your motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see
EbmEbm
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?
EbmEbm
Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me
EbmEbm
And my niggas mobbin' deep, hoe, I'm a fuckin' prodigy
EbmEbm
I know, I know that you been envy, bitch, it ain't that hard to see
EbmEbm
Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me
EbmEbm
Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
EbmEbm
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both:
EbmEbm Ebm/C
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Ebm/Bb
They don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life
Ebm/Ab Ebm/C
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Ebm/Bb
Shot me down, that's all right (buck, buck) I don't die
Verse 1: Joyner Lucas:
EbmEbm
B-b-bad to the bone
Everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad 'til they ass be alone
EbmEbm
Now you back in the cold
And I'm laughin' at every single fag who didn't want me on half of they songs
EbmEbm
It was that from the go, just a bunch of little spoiled fuckin' bastards;
every single one would laugh at my joke
EbmEbm
Nigga, pass the Patrón
I think I'ma go and drink until I pass out and then fall in the back of the Rov'
EbmEbm
Ménage on my mind (ayy) I've been on my grind (woo)
EbmEbm
Been through so much, sometimes think that God ain't on my side (yeah)
EbmEbm
I cut all my friends off then say, "y'all ain't on my vibe"
EbmEbm
And it's so much more to life than drinkin', party all the time, woah
EbmEbm
This gon' last a lifetime (lifetime) no more Mister Nice Guy (Nice Guy)
EbmEbm
I text Jaden Smith and told that nigga he a icon (icon)
EbmEbm
Don't get shit fucked up just 'cause I ain't got no ice on
EbmEbm
Don't mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time
EbmEbm
I'm like, where the hell you been at? I've been doin' this
Since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at
EbmEbm
Always in trouble, 'cause I was never learnin' nothin'
Except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks
EbmEbm
And all that been sleepin' on me, fuck it, where the bed at?
'Cause I've been strugglin', tryna be on top but them other niggas
EbmEbm
Blind for me, but fuck it, it really doesn't mean nothin'
If their music ain't really cuttin' it they get hit with the galick gun
EbmEbm
One day y'all gon see me (see me), I make shy look freaky (freaky)
EbmEbm
I make dry look greasy (woo), I make hard look easy (easy)
EbmEbm
I remember way back when my momma took my TV, hoe
Now I'm all on TV, hoe (woo)
Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas:
EbmEbm
Mind yo motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see
EbmEbm
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?
EbmEbm
Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me
EbmEbm
I don't want to hear no sorrys, bitch, fuck your apology
EbmEbm
I know, I know that you been envy, damn, it ain't that hard to see
EbmEbm
I don't wanna get to know you, no please, don't say hi to me
EbmEbm
Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
EbmEbm
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both:
EbmEbm Ebm/C
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Ebm/Bb
They don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life
Ebm/Ab Ebm/C
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Ebm/Bb
Shot me down, that's all right (buck, buck) I don't die
Verse 2: Chris Brown:
EbmEbm
That's why a nigga ride 'round with a weapon
Better that than me lyin' on a stretcher
N.C.
Gunshot (pow, pow, pow!)
Applyin' all the pressure
Potato on the chopper
Shootin' through the pillow, blood on the feathers
EbmEbm
Rollin' dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7s (woo)
Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil
EbmEbm
Hit a bitch from the back like I don't know better
N.C.
Man, I swear to God you better talk to the reverend
EbmEbm
Yeah I'm on a weed high, dehydrated
Her booty fuckin' skin-tight, Levi made it (yeah, yeah)
EbmEbm
Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable
Keep my cards in my pocket, never put 'em on the table (woo)
EbmEbm
Leave her bra on the floor, put my dick up on her naval
Do what I say, don't give me no ultimatum
EbmEbm
Ride around or die, get your life taken
Shit, already went half on a baby (buck, buck, buck, buck)
EbmEbm
All these broke bitch ass niggas
Tryna tell a real nigga how to really fuckin' get a bag (woo)
EbmEbm
How you fuckin' 25 with your first car?
I got 10, that's why them niggas mad (hey)
EbmEbm
Why you wanna hate on progress? (Woo)
Why you wanna keep me in the projects? (Jheeze)
EbmEbm
Nigga, why you wanna eat off my check? (Hey)
N.C.
That's some weird ass shit, you suspect (hey)
EbmEbm
That's a weird ass bitch, don't trust that (woo)
Shut the hell up, a nigga ain't done yet (hey)
EbmEbm
All these shots, are you niggas havin' fun yet? (Buck, buck)
I'ma do it by the book so run that (hey)
EbmEbm
Take ya bitch, then I ride into sunset (hey)
Layin' on the Westside, hit Sunset (hey)
EbmEbm
Backwoods, you can find me where the skunk at (hey)
Bullet with ya name on it, if you want that
Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both:
EbmEbm Ebm/C
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Ebm/Bb
They don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life
Ebm/Ab Ebm/C
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Ebm/Bb
Shot me down, that's all right (buck, buck) I don't die
