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No Hook Chords by NoCap

  • Key: Gm
  • BPM: 85
  • Capo: no capo
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NO HOOK CHORDS

[Intro]
Gm Bb Eb Ebmaj7 Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7
                       
Eb Bb Gm
     


[Chorus]
                    Bb   
Damn Dior this shit crazy
                                    Eb          
I'm the type gon' shine without the   sun on me
                                    Gm 
I know niggas died with they gun on 'em
             Bb                   Eb     
Tryna escape my past and get away from it
      Eb                                                
Still havin' dreams about the hood I'm way in California
     Gm                     Bb                      Eb                      F7  
Know you wonder how life is I wanted you right here I figured I was wastin' time
  Gm                    Bb                     Eb                               Bb  
I got cubans on my neck and pointers in my ear I thought that it would make you mine


[Verse]
           Gm                    Bb         
But I been ballin' without you I stayed true
                     Eb                            
Ain't speakin' to no opps even if my name was Jesus
                       Gm                              Bb   
In jail ain't smoke no paper route I hop out with this K too
                     Eb                                         
In Atlanta with them shooters thought I told you I was brave too
                                                     Gm       
Coupe ain't got no ceilings but my niggas slide like Babe Ruth
               Eb                           F7            
Ain't gon' lie I miss you but I know that I can't save you
        Gm                                  Bb7                  Eb      
I can't even count on both my hands for how many times I forgave you love
                                              Gm  
You see the pain all through my bracelet love yeah
                       Bb7                     Eb      
Do two hundred in that Lamb' put that bitch on Broadway
                     Bb                          Gm       
Go to court and they deny it that shit come with heartache
                             Bb                               Eb 
A nigga real they can't deny it I care nothin' what the blogs say
                                                                      Gm  
Them youngins quick to take your route they care nothin' 'bout no car bait
                              Bb7                    Eb      
These niggas standin' on they lies how the fuck they sleepin'
                           F7                      Gm
Youngin got bodies on that blick but he still keep it
                                                       Eb    
Came out that dirt came out that mud I'm shinin' for a reason
      Eb                                               
I was blind they never tried it come up from the cement
Gm                         Bb                           
Know they thought I'd be a bum them foreign cars beepin'
Eb                                                        
If we was in a race to hatin' them niggas would've beat me
Gm                       Bb                                  
Industry know my flow is sick but they can't find a treatment
Eb               Dm                                    Gm
Industry full of haters would've told the doctors keep me
                           Bb                             
I feel like Kay Flock it's designer murder when you see me
Eb                                                           
I sling that chopper in a outfit that I brought from Neiman's
Gm                               Bb                        
I came from nothin' I spend four hundred on Versace beanies
Eb                                               
I keep that nine all in the club a Gilbert Arenas
Gm                   Bb                        
Get low and laugh to the bank I run with hyenas
Eb                                           Gm   
Michelle Obama attitude but got ass like she Trina
                       Bb                  Eb     
My niggas hustlers you wonderin' why is my team up
                            F                             Gm  
Ain't have to give 'em shit they find 'em a plug and they reup


[Chorus]
                   Bb                              Eb  
Airport been on my ass I had to start swipin' this Visa
                                                           Gm   
Lil Shank keep slangin' iron I'm thinkin' he thinkin' it's legal
Bb   Eb                                              
Evil turned it backwards and I told my niggas to live
                 Gm            
Dodged the grave dodgin' a cell
Eb                                                  
Know if we go back they gon' try keepin' us in there


[Verse]
Gm                    Bb7               
Promethazine it ain't good for my health
Eb                        Bb7                       
Waste a cup of lean and I seen blood everywhere yeah
    Gm                                            Eb  
I'm   good at movin' smart that's what I told my mama
    Eb                                     
Ayy Forgiato tires a nigga come from trauma
Gm                        Bb                 
Them boys gon' walk up or run down either one
Eb                                               
When the police come the only time that we'll run


[Chorus]
Gm                                               
I didn't never know that I would make it this far
    Eb                         F                   
But I was told that stars only shine when it's dark
Gm                                               
As long as I'm on Earth I'ma keep buyin' Audemars
Eb                                    
Invested in some plain jane all aboard
     Gm                          Bb                
Next week I pray the judge let a nigga out of court
Eb                               
But I been ballin' I been ballin'
Gm                        Bb                 
Cup up in my hand mix the lean with the tears
Eb              Dm           Gm
Let 'em fall in let 'em fall in


[Verse]
             Bb                     Eb  
Mama told me God gon' handle all my opps
                                       Gm 
Told her I can't wait I want 'em right now
                          Bb                       
I remember playin' at the park we sendin' kites now
Eb                      Bb                        
Wish Geno was sober I'd have him with me right now
Gm                           Bb                             
Told her that it ain't about no sex like what's on your mind
Eb                                                 
So many people envy my success and hate my life now
Gm                  Bb                        
Draco clip it got a curl like Yung Joc no perm
Eb                       F   
I just hope it do not go down
Gm                                  Bb         
Dwellin' on problems I hope my days get through
              Eb             Ebmaj7             
Ain't talkin' 'bout Biggie I put my faith in you
                                              Bbmaj7 
The opps can only make me mad they can't make me move
            Eb                   F        Dm
Still in my city rollin' through the city  


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