You chords by JamWayne

Verse 1:
                   Cm
I don't trust nobody in this motherfucking game of lames
Keep saying we the same, but I splat your brains
             C
Even though I keep it real, ho, get out your feelings
You seen a murder, but don't recognize a killer
                      Cm
Just play your position and rip apart the opposition
The enemy coming, so say a prayer and fuck the system
                          C
Ain't nothing but a setup, never let up until you're late
Thank God that my mama's always praying
                          Cm
She know we in trouble, I can tell it by the tear in the eye
Before they fall, let her know we gon' be a high
                  C
And everything seem the same, but it ain't
Counting on some change just to fill up a tank
                        Cm
And it's a damn shame
Even when you're trying to ride
They wanna lock us in chains
You gotta fight to survive the fight of your life
    C
Never let them see you defeated
Even though defense attorneys said we couldn't beat it

Hook 1:
                    Cm
Shoot you, get up, fuck you
You and you and you and you
I'm so done with being broke, doing what I gotta do
          C
Put my life into this music, sick as anyone you choose
I be helicopter high jumping
                                             Cm
Fuck a parachute, you get up, fuck you
You and you and you and you
I'm so done with being broke, doing what I gotta do
         C
Put my life into this music, sick as anyone you choose
I be helicopter high jumping
                                         Cm
Fuck a parachute, you get a farty

Verse 2:
Even when I speak soft
Marijuana reeked from my lungs
When I cough in, almost lost 10
Through the struggle and the pain
Put the nine to my brain
Had my click, then I came up
What the fuck?
Blow blunts, pull stunts
Till my soul hurt
Hand busting, bloody from it working
I be so dirty
But I ain't worried about it
I caught us getting money
You scared of underground
And I just hit it running
Bossy Oak, I'm on the hunt for riches
Coming out the trenches
Gazzin' Alabama on the map
Yeah, I see you looking
Jambo in the kitchen
Cooking, whipping up a badge
As it coming out the oven
I just sit back, relax, laughing
About damn time
Spent my whole life
Working hard for the money
Now I'm on strike
You can eat shit
I let that beat buy
Put you to the pavement
Like a rubber from my street
Bitch, you get up, fuck you

Hook 2:
You and you and you and you
I'm so done with being broke
Doing what I gotta do
Put my life into this music
Sick as anyone you choose
I be helicopter high jumping
Fuck a parachute
You get up, fuck you
You and you and you and you
I'm so done with being broke
Doing what I gotta do
Put my life into this music
Sick as anyone you choose
I be helicopter high jumping
Fuck a parachute
You get up, fuck you