Lost Files Chords by Polo G

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[Intro]

[Verse]
D#m C# D#m                                            
■   ■  ■   Everything was all good way back in the day
                            D#m 
Then whole hood really went wild
              D#m                                        
Long live the gang man the whole hood missin' them smiles
                                  D#m   
Swear the whole hood missin' them smiles
                   D#m                                   
I'm a Set baby one thousand three hundred block ass nigga
                                D#m  
You can tell from my walk to my style
               D#m                                     
I ain't really hop off the porch 'til a nigga got older
                                D#m  
But I been on the block since a child
       D#m                                          
We was rugrats in the trenches now you up in the sky
                                     F#7   
Stay as far from as I look up to the clouds
           B7                                                         
Pray for a sign just to know you still with me so I seen the sun shine
                               C#7  
That's how I knew that you was proud
              C#7                                
God was there so many times could've lost my life
                    C#7  
Or fought for it on trial
                       C#7                                       
But it's like he chose me to be the one with the mic' in my hands
                                C#7   
Steady talkin' in front of them crowds
                              D#m             
Overcame a lot by myself ever since I got rich
                               D#m   
It's like everybody wanna come around
           D#m                                     
I remember I was dead broke nigga I ain't have shit
                                       C#  
You one of the list of numbers I could dial
                 D#m                                       
Back against the ropes wasn't no one there to help me fight
                                Bmaj7
Nigga I wanna just throw in the towel
               Bmaj7                           
Keep my circle small never let a bitch nigga in
                                          Bmaj7
That's just somethin' that I really can't allow
                  Bmaj7                                         
Man I'm sorry but I can't yell Gang with a nigga who ain't valid
                         F#
Or down to do a bid with me
                F#                                   
Seem like every day it's a brand new nigga in my face
                        F#
Tryna claim some kin to me
                    F#                               
It's a whole lot of niggas with thay fuckin' hand out
F#                                           
But can't name one thing they done did for me
F#                                                                   
Hell nah you can't hit this Backwood if you wasn't scrapin' up change
                                  F#
Blowin' Swishers in the crib with me
              F#                                                 
Seem like the industry pick and choose who they want in the front
         F#                       
Man this shit lookin' rigged to me
F#                                                                      
And you talkin' like you live that shit but I'm really from the trenches
                     F#      
I don't feel it so I disagree
              F#                                                
Do you really understand all the ups and downs to this lifestyle
                  F#         
Shit fun but it's bittersweet
                    F#                       
What you know about days missing out on meals
F#                                                  
Just to make sure your brothers and your sisters eat
C#7                               
It was reup time I was on my grind
C#7                                  
Told the P's I ain't taking no shorts
C#7                                  
We was playin' the block fuck a sport
                                         C#7 
The way that we shootin' and passin' the rock
                        C#7              
You would think that we play on the court
                                        F#7  
When my niggas died they thought it was funny
                F#7               
So kill 'em and don't show remorse
                                            F#7         
It's a whole lot of goofy ass niggas in the way out here
          F#7                
Should've stayed on the porch
                                  F#7      
Niggas ain't ready to give up the spotlight
                 F#7              
They don't wanna pass me the torch
                                         F#7 
Yeah I'm hot right now so they gon' dick ride
             F#7            
Whether it's hate or support
               F#7              
But was I gon' make it Of course
F#7                                
Lil Polo like that man on the horse
                     F#7    
I need a Lambo' or a Porsche
                     
Tryna run up them M's
             D#m                                                  Bmaj7
Got place to flex on these niggas like I'm liftin' weights at the gym  
                 Bmaj7  
I hang with some killers
                                                      D#m
Few lil' savages with me my shooters don't aim at the rim
                  D#m      
He tough with his chest out
             D#m                                    
We pull them TECs out blast 'til we knock off a limb
Bmaj7                               
Have him runnin' up out of his Timbs
Bmaj7                         
Niggas know we be wettin' shit
            C#                                    
If you walk with the opps then I hope you can swim


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