Bag Talk chords by Meek Mill

Intro: Meek Mill:

Am                                                          Am F
I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga

Dm          G
We still at war

Verse 1: Meek Mill:

       Am
Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies

          F                                   Dm            G
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly

   Am    F                                     Dm           G
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly

Am                         F
We was grinding, they was hating

Dm                                      G
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient

Am                       F
We was Gucci, they was snaking

     Dm                                      G
Only one to keep it real when they was faking

Am                               F
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to

Dm                            G
Never ?:, Im not about them bitches that we ran through

Am                              F
When you get the money like I got it the can't stand you

Dm                             Am             F
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets

                          Dm                            G
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef

                          Am
I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep

                       Dm                             G
And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep

                       Am                      F
Show no love for this pussy ass nigga, it get deep

                      Dm                  G
For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets

                    Am                    F
And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in these streets

Dm                            G
He was hearing ?:, it was cheap

                   Am              F
He was sellin us that ?:, ?: Reebok

                      Dm                        G
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not

Am            F
?: for three blocks

                     Dm                  G
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a ?:

Am
It's a dog-eat-dog enviornment

F
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring

Dm
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring

G
When you pull up on them, I start firing

Am
Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers

Am                                  F
I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do numbers

                          Dm                        G
And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em

Chorus:

Am
I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em

F
All that drama I feel like I'm made for

Dm
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me

G
And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no

Am          F
Bag talk, put a bag on her, [?:

Dm
?:

G
Killed the niggas ?:

Am
Why you take it that far?

F
?: everybody, you gotta understand, dog

Dm
We the type to call the house and have a standoff

G
?:

Verse 2:

Am                                 F
We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel

Dm                                 G
That's how you feel the fake shit, they don't know who was real

Am                         F
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill

Dm                                         G
I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal

Am
I can't tell no more

F
I don't know who's ?:

Dm                                G
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money

Am                   F
I seen niggas ?:, watch while I"m hungry

Dm                                      G
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch when they phony

Am                              F
I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation

Dm                                      G
They came and ?: y'all niggas for they graduation

Am                                      F
Spent some time on that ?: still ain't got no patience

Dm                                      G
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation

Am                                  F
Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some ?: shit

Dm                              G
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship

Am                                      F
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it

Dm                                 G
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him

Am                                           F
'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major

Dm                              G
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us

Am                              F
I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors

Dm                                      G
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin ?: