Sticks & Stones Chords by Conway the Machine Joyner Lucas

[Intro]
Ab7 Gb7 E7 Eb7 Ab7 Gb7
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Db7 Gb7 Eb7
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[Verse]
Abm    
Yeah uh
                          Gb
Talk to these niggas king ■ 
                                   Emaj7          
Look Ayo it be at least ten niggas shot every week
                                                   Ebm                             Eb7      
Get out of the streets this ain't a game this shit not for the weak just save your momma the
     
grief
Abm                      Ab7                           
Young niggas turn you to a pack smoke you out of a leaf
      Ab7                                             
Fiend shootin' in her toe knuckle she noddin' to sleep
  Gb7                  Emaj7                               
I accomplished a bunch of shit that's way out of your reach
                                          Ebm                           Abm           
And I'm still not at my peak screamin' on the label All of them budgets gotta increase
                    Gb  
My project complete yeah


[Chorus]
     Gb7                          Emaj7           
Look if it ain't the spade this a bottle of clicq'
                                   Ebm7               Ebm                          
Kalamata olives inside of my Greek you know the motto make a million dollars repeat
         Abm        
Got that down to a T
                              Gb                          Gb7                    
The money machine ring and no wonder machine seen in that Cullinan thing greenish
Emaj7                         
That brother just seems genius
                                    Eb7                                          
They talk the most but they haven't done anything meaningful yet I'm at your neck


[Verse]
   Abm                                                 
My releases is your financial threat substantial checks
Gb7                                                    
Impact from my next patch is predicted to crash the net
Emaj7                                Abm                   
Look you comin' for machine Then you better be at your best
    Ebm                                                      Abm  
Boy you know the rule you better clap if you flash your sket facts
                                                Gb7         
You know whenever we did them shows SK and them niggas drove
                                         Emaj7         
You know if he pullin' up then he comin' with his poles
           Abm                       Eb7       
Nigga play with us then bro wipin' a nigga nose
Abm             Eb7                   Abm         
His reaction is put you on a shirt no Kenneth Cole
Abm                     
My nigga I'm in the zone
              Gb                                         
Reflectin' on my life and where I've been as I sip patrón
                E              Emaj7            Abm       
And who needs a money phone My money talkin' no Vic Damone
                Eb7              Ebm                       
And who needs a wife when I keep that pipe That's Mrs Jones
              Abm7              Abm                  Db7          
Ain't nothin' worse than havin' love for niggas with twisted souls
                  Gb7                                         
The ones you call your brothers grab the shovel and dig a hole
             Emaj7                                    
I've seen my own family stab my back I should've known
                Eb7                                                 
They say sticks and stones'll break your bones I'm sticks and stones
               Abm               
I wish I could pick up phones but
                             Abm 
I know there ain't no way in hell


[Chorus]
Gb                                                         
I think this rappin' shit is cool and yeah I played it well
Emaj7                                                      
But really I been contemplatin' quittin' if we stayin' real
Eb7           Eb                                      Abm      
But would you walk away from fifty million or be Dave Chappelle
    Abm                                                   
I'd rather cry inside a yacht than an 'eightyeight Deville
Gb                     Gb7                          E     
Fuck my bitch over the balcony while we was chasin' whales
Emaj7                                        
Private chefs dinin' best lots of major meals
Eb7                              Eb                                 
But when I'm with my kids I'm at my best that's how I stay fulfilled


[Verse]
Abm                                                
Nights in Miami gettin' drunk and whippin' foreigns
Gb                                                      
Just copped the new urus you still buffin' up the Taurus
E           Emaj7                                   
Stuntin' on you niggas fly as fuck when I'm in orbit
Eb7                               Eb                             
Bought my mansion all in cash you niggas fuckin' up your mortgage
Abm                                                            
You want the fame and glory but don't got numbers to support it
Gb                                                             
If you don't give me my flowers bitch I'm comin' with a florist
E                 Emaj7                                         
Your shorty ain't a groupie she just fuck me 'cause I'm gorgeous
Eb                    Eb7                                             
Hate when niggas kiss and tell y'all just ain't nothin' but informants
Abm                                                        Gb          
Better get real I do this for my niggas locked up sleepin' on bed still
                                            Emaj7            
I do this for my niggas trappin' workin' on their best skills
               Abm                                  Ebm7           
For niggas out here stressin' head is spinnin' like roulette wheels
Eb7                                            Abm           
Tryna make it back to home base with snakes in the left field
                 Db7                                   Gb7          
And I don't know how death feels but I'll tell you how success feels
                                                    Emaj7         
I'll tell you what it's like to have to worry 'bout your next meal
                   Abm                                   Eb7            
I'll tell you what it's like to know who's a hundred and who's less real
                                                   Abm               
I'll tell you what it's like uh I'll tell you what it's like for real


[Outro]
E Em Eb Abm Gb Em
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