Golden God chords by MGK (Machine Gun Kelly)

Intro:
N.C.
Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
N.C.
That means business
Eb
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Eb
Corny bitches make me sick
Eb
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Eb
Gunna

Verse 1:
Eb
Made man like Joe Pesci
Eb
I need Deniro or I'll Rob her
Eb
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Eb
Called an Uber helicopter
Eb
Bought a pound from a rasta
                       Ab
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Eb
Award shows need an Oscar
Eb
They need my merchandise on Melrose
Eb
David Bowie of my generation
Eb
Kill them all we violent with no hesitation
Eb
Came from public education
Eb
Ramen noodles with the bacon
Eb
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Eb                         Ab                        Eb
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
                         Abm
Dub was working at the steel shop
Abm
Slim was working off of 1st block
           Eb
We still roll together every day
Gb
Except we might be on a private plane
F

Why would you ever come from nothing
     Ab
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
Abm
They be asking why I'm such a 🏷Legend
Abm
I took so much acid, I be forgetting

Hook:
Eb
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
                         Abm
I'm on the roof of the party
Eb                                          Abm
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

Verse 2:
Eb                  Abm       Eb                Abm
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
Eb                       Abm         Eb                    Abm
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain't talk about a laser
Eb
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Eb
Double X, we the hardest
Eb
Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
Eb
Should've never got us started
Eb
Motherfucker, I'm retarded
Eb
Do you know how I'm regarded?
                      Ab
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
Ab
King of marijuana gardens
 Eb
I can't stop myself from coughing
Eb
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Eb                       Ab
Custom made for the new house
Eb                     Ab
Can't believe I never had shit
Eb                Ab        Ebm
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
               Ab
20/20 vision, see the future
                        Eb
Looks like the crown do fit
Eb                 Ab       Eb             Ab
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
Eb                 Ab       Eb             Ab
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don't say no
Eb            Ab       Eb                       Bbm
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bbm
Bitch, I'm G-U-double N-A, Gunna
                 Eb
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Eb
Man, I'm wildin' every summer
Eb
I ain't like my daddy, he religious
Eb
I'm with bitches burning rubber
Eb
I'm a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Eb
Models be on the same thang, thang
Eb
EST, that's the gang, gang, gang

Hook:
Eb
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
Eb
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
Eb
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
Eb
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
                         Abm
I'm on the roof of the party

Break:
Abm
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
                              Eb
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

Hook:
Eb
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
                         Abm
I'm on the roof of the party
Eb                                          Abm
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Eb