Black Roses Chords by J.I the Prince of N.Y

[Intro]

[Verse]
Gm Am F Gm                                     
■  ■  ■ Yeah the day I stop talkin' on the beat
Gm                                          
That'll be the day I stop walkin' on my feet
D7                                                        
When I'm with your bitch it's like I'm talkin' in my sleep
      D7                                                             
And I ain't worried 'bout no dirt 'cause I got diamonds on my sleeves
    G7                                                                 
And I ain't worried 'bout no dirt 'cause I put diamonds on these cleats
      G7                                                    
Might just walk inside your hood just to laugh at what I see
D7                                                     
And I know you hold grudges but don't put 'em all on me
        Am          D7                                           
And you was ugly on the inside I still put your ass on fleek yeah
G7        Gm                                     
You tried to play me now we playin' hide and seek
  G7                                         
I got one two three four slugs for that leach
  D7                                         
I got one two three four dubs for that treesh
                                      F                            
And the only thing I learned it ain't no love in these streets uhuh
                                                   F     
And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it shorty
                                                    F     
And don't give me your heart cause I might break it shorty
                                      F     
I cut off my line I need a break from shorty
                            F          Gm   
And I'ma have to be for you to make me sorry


[Chorus]
                                           F7             Dm   
We used to rock but that was only when you was doin' your thing
                                D7                       Gm   
Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring


[Verse]
F Dm                                                    
■ ■  Since you're the reason why I made them bad choices
                                             Dm  
Every now and then I'll send you black roses yeah
Gm                                                       
I will play you tit for tat but I don't get shit for that
                                                        D7  
When everything you say is a lie you should get hit for that
                                               D7 
When there's a price to pay you put it on your tab
                                            D7 
I'm your father figure and I put that on my dad
Gm                                            G7 
Bitch I got time on my wrist fuck the time we had
                       F7                     D7  
We gotta triple up the score before I fuckin' brag
                                                         D7 
Don't tell me who you fuckin' on that's not gon' make me sad
                                                     Gm 
I got expensive pockets but I sag so they can see my ass
                            G7        
And that's only 'cause they deserve it
G7                                    
And everything I got nigga I earned it
     D7                                     
Took an l but I'm a g just like your service
                                          F         
And only even if I speak today I'ma speak in cursive
                                                   F     
And don't give me that pill 'cause I might take it shorty
                                                    F     
And don't give me your heart cause I might break it shorty
F                                           
I cut off my line I need a break from shorty
                                       Gm   
And I'ma have to be for you to make me sorry
                                           F              Dm   
We used to rock but that was only when you was doin' your thing
    C                                                    Gm   
Put some money on his top and I could tell you what they bring


[Chorus]
F Dm                                                    
■ ■  Since you're the reason why I made them bad choices
                                       Gm        
Every now and then I'll send you black roses yeah


[Outro]
Dm F Gm G7 D7
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[End]