Hate In Your Soul chords by Future

Intro:
F#m C#m
Bm
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
D
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Chorus:
C#m                             F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m                       Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m                        Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E

You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it

Verse 1:
D
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
   Bm
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
       A
Was a starter, something good
                      Bm
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
                         D
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us
                       Bm
Niggas ain't never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
                    E
Bet you can't come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Bm
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale
D
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it
Bm
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
E
I'm takin' this personal nigga like Monica
Bm
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
Bm                                     C#m
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
                                             E
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
     Bm          E         Bm        D
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and Prada

Chorus:
C#m                             F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m                       Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m                        Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it

Verse 2:
F#m
You in them cuts 'cause that's your hiding ritual
C#m
You at your grandma house, you posted up
Bm
You put that chopper on IG
D                           E               D
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to believe it
You hit your block an' get in it
Bm           E
You hit that block an' get in it
               C#m
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Bm
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
D
You see how niggas think about you?
Bm
Now, you layin' on the pavement
E        C#m
Nigga, bleedin' from your backside
Bm
'Boutta take a long vacation
D
Pour out Hennessey for you
Bm
Pour some Hennessey for you
A
I know that's your favourite drink, nigga
Bm
(I know that's your favourite drink)

Chorus:
C#m                             F#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
C#m                       Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
C#m                        Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
D