Stainless chords by Logic

Intro: Logic:

Gm A Dm Gm A Dm C Am Dm
It's 2 bars? Aight...

Verse 1: Logic:

Am
Motherfuckers wanna get famous

Gm
Bust guns and get dangerous (dangerous)

Bb
Daddy graduated from Cambridge

Gm
Money talks in every language

Gm
Real recognize that stainless

           Dm
Silver spoon what my aim is

Am
Y'all don't know what that game is

Gm
Y'all don't know what that, uh

Gm
Y'all 'bout that fraternity life

      Eb
If you're from where I'm from then as soon as you come

                Gm
Baby girl gon' be about that maternity life

Gm                     Dm
If you do like my daddy then she gonna be single and alone

    Am
That maternity life for eternity life

Gm
Eternity life probably thinking we livin' that life

Gm
Cause we do what we do, but hold up let me get it right.

Am                   Gm
Everybody got problems, everybody got problems

             Am
But not everybody need a .45 to solve them, revolve them

Am
Take care of all of them like this

Gm
I might just go crazy all the way

Am                        Gm
Y'all live that life where your safety is only a call away

Gm              Bb
But not us, mommy and daddy never bought us

Gm
Not a god damn thing but they brought us

Am
Broke as hell we couldn't fund the trust

Gm
Outside run around with a gun to bust

Gm            Am
Police looking for every one of us

Gm
Back then yeah all of that was fun to us

Am
Had a little bit of money in the middle

            Gm
Let me hit 'em with a riddle

         Dm        Am
If I never had a dark night I might not-not-not—

      Gm
Not be the same—might not be the—

Pre-Hook: Logic:

Am          Gm
I know my mind is sober

    Am       Gm
But I'm so high, it's over

    Am      Dm Gm
I know my mind is sober

    Am       Gm
But I'm so high, it's over

Hook: Dria:

Am
Ay, hey now boy?

Gm
You don't know nothing about this, right here boy
Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac.

Am                Gm
You don't know nothin' bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang, gang, gang
Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat
Get the fuck up off your silver

Verse 2: Logic:

Am
Everybody wanna live lavish

Gm
A million in the bank on average

Am
They cutthroat yeah they savage

Gm
They riding round with the baddest (bitch)

Cm    Am
One day I woke up, and said I'm bout to do this

Gm               Am
For the rest of my life, no question it's right

             Gm
Waiting for the bus at a stop light

                  Am
Looking at the cop right in front of my eyes

       Gm
Living in a world of lies, where the truth dies

      Am          Gm
And hatred multiplies—mu-mu-mu-multi—

               Gm
Multiplies, I said I can't take it
I remember wondering if I would ever make it
But as I reminisce I realize it was all irrelevant, it's evident

   Am           Gm
I'm getting money for the hell of it
Never fuck around, so the flow celibate

Gm
Speaking for the people like a delegate
And when the situation's delicate
I execute it with the proper etiquette

Am
Everybody wanna get ahead of it, no

Dm
I can't take the time to stop

Am
It ain't all about the money so I'm headed to the top

     Gm
But I'm still getting guap never stop unless a body drop

   Dm           Gm
Metaphorical motherfucker to get it in
While the whole world spin for the dividend
But I'm in another system
Everybody hate till he dead then they miss 'em

Cm     Am
Why can't we relax and listen?

Gm            Dm
Stop spending money on things that glisten

Pre-Hook: Logic:

Am          Gm
I know my mind is sober

    Am       Gm
But I'm so high, it's over

    Am      Dm Gm
I know my mind is sober

    Am       Gm
But I'm so high, it's over

Hook: Dria:

Am
Ay, hey now boy?

Gm
You don't know nothing about this, right here boy
Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac.

Am                Gm
You don't know nothin' bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang, gang, gang
Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat

             Gm
Get the fuck up off your silver spoon.