Still Hold Up chords by Kevin Gates

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

TABBED by bizzlex94

Intro:
C#m     A
        Yeah
B
I'm built Ford tough (Carmelo)
C#m     A
        No, this how I used to be feelin'
                     B
Killer, you heard me (James put the check, boy)

Yeah

Verse 1:
C#m
  Crossed out, hex, feel like I'm possessed
A                B
  I wanna handle baby daddy, it just ain't happen yet
C#m
  My wife just sent that paper there, I just ain't grab it yet
A                   B
  Nominated for the GRAMMYs, I went back to jail
C#m
  Racist judge found me guilty, sent me back to Hell
A                        B
  Lost trial in the feds, went back on appeal
C#m
  My lil' ones irkin' out, he back on them pills
A                          B
Zombies lurkin', close the curtains, we back on the steel
C#m
  The voodoo lady say, "Okay," I say, "I had to kill"
A                          B
  Get 'em down there for a show and put that racket here
C#m
  Traffic tickets, had too many, I was gettin' stopped
A                          B
Never happen when I'm by myself so bein' friendly stopped
C#m
  I rock a lotta gold chains, I am not a coward
A                        B
  I'm thuggin' hard, I'm connected to the higher power
C#m
  Damn near lost it all believing' in a bitch nigga
A                      B
  Okay, problem solved, I do shit a little different


Chorus:
C#m
  Talked about behind the back by my own family
A                          B
  But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up
C#m
  Instances I used to deal with tried to hurt my marriage
A                          B
  But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up


Verse 2:
C#m
  They stack the deck with bitch niggas, everybody backs 'em (They do)
A                        B
  Been in the game since shit stains and I'm 'bout that action (I'm 'bout that)
C#m
  I never ratted, a Louisiana livin' legend (Why?)
       A                   B
Bitch, I'm in traffic, you play with Gates, you got to wet it (Grrat)
C#m
  Just remember, I'm not a talker, I'm a stepper (I'm a stepper)
A                    B
  Broad day, I go to walkin' up, applyin' pressure (Boom, boom, boom)
C#m
  Free C Murder (Ooh), they tried to ban me from the prisons (Ooh)
A                          B
  Maybe they know I'm only happy when I see my niggas (Ah)
C#m
  Maybe they wanna see me broke or dead or back there with 'em (They do)
A                          B
  Shoutout the ones in the system with a life sentence (Oh, oh)
C#m
  Woman pregnant for another brother, never visit (Don't)
A                                  B
  Shoutout the ones who still show love in the city
C#m
  The way they hate you, make you kinda hate to fuck with the city (Hm)
A                  B
  Gangster reason, long nights I remember (I remember)
C#m
  I ask Big Dana for some pictures, I just really miss ya (Whaddup?)
A                                B
  Roamin' the trenches where the cocaine get delivered


Outro:
C#m
  Say, look
               A                   B
Don't never go look for yourself inside somebody else, you heard me
      C#m
'Cause some of these niggas outchea ain't really cut like we cut
A                         B
  You know, we cut from a bandana
                       C#m
You know, these niggas cut from shit paper, you heard me
     A                         B
That shit sounds good until it takes place
C#m    A                           B
          But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up
C#m    A                           B
          But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up
C#m    A                           B
          But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up