Inspiration Chords by Polo G

[Start]

[Intro]
Dm Bb F C Dm Bb F
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C       
Drip God


[Verse]
                     F               
Only chasing out the bands fuck a hoe
F                             
Twentytwo I'ma ball like a pro
                   F                  
Got a check then I ran it up some more
            C                   
Like damn I remember we was poor
                  G7               
Seen a lot I done been there before
Dm                                 
I only speak the things that I know
                     F               
Cut 'em off and they true colors show
             G7                
Life goes on people come and go
           F                  
Look at me grandmama I made it
F                                       
They ain't show us no love now we famous
                    F              
Cali weather got me feeling amazing
F                                  
Overtime on the block I was slaving
                       C7             
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Dm                                               F               
Young nigga racked up bring them bands out every special occasion
         C                        
I'm just sharin' my story with you
            Dm                 
I shed some tears on this pages
          Bb                                         F                        
Trying to figure my own self out for some time I was going through some phases
      C                                     Dm                    
Had a whole lot of shit going on just tryna adjust to them changes
                                                  Am              F       
We miss church every Sunday in the streets it was shooters we was praising
C                                                   G7      Dm          
Momma let the streets get ahold of Tim and now it's funeral arrangements
F                                                          
Dark cloud over my head seems like every day it was rainin'
                                              Dm                
Book bro 'nem flights to LA 'cause I know the hood too dangerous
                                                   F                     C
I just want him to see better things 'cause all my little niggas bangin' ■
                     Dm              
Only chasing out the bands fuck a hoe
Dm                            
Twentytwo I'ma ball like a pro
                   G7                 
Got a check then I ran it up some more
F           C                   
Like damn I remember we was poor
                  G7               
Seen a lot I done been there before
Dm                                 
I only speak the things that I know
                     F               
Cut 'em off and they true colors show
             C                 
Life goes on people come and go
                 F                    
Playin' with the racks Serena Williams
             F                        
We went from Section eight to millions
F                            
Procrastination is an illness
              F                      
It's a lot of fake niggas in disguise
         Dm                  
Out here advertising realness
                                      F                   
On a date with destiny and that bitch karma third wheelin'
C                            
Duckin' cops and drug dealin'
      C                                                             
Shots fired fell in love with guns we find them new Glocks appealin'
                      F                                    C                         
You wonderin' why the block died and them C's posted up in parking lots and buildings
G7                       Dm                                    
Twenty fourteen took our first loss man the opps start drillin'
       F                                        C                
Now we see the G's that'll fit his beam dot his head like Krillin
      Dm                                     Bb                    
Was a snotty nose wasn't shit to eat in them corner stores stealin'
     F                      C                                     
Miss the old days where I'm from so the past put me in my feelings
Dm                                        Bb                 F
Fourhour flight away from the slums up in Calabasas chillin' ■
C                      F               
■ Only chasing out the bands fuck a hoe
Dm                            
Twentytwo I'ma ball like a pro
                   F                  
Got a check then I ran it up some more
            C                   
Like damn I remember we was poor
                  Dm               
Seen a lot I done been there before
Dm                                 
I only speak the things that I know
                     F               
Cut 'em off and they true colors show
             G7                
Life goes on people come and go


[Outro]
Dm G7 F7 F G7 F D7 Dm
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F C G7 F C G7
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Dm F Gsus4
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