Chicken Chords by Mark Battles

[Start]

[Intro]
F#m D                                  F#m
■   ■ I'm a real deep thinker you know ■  
D                                               
Sometimes it don't even be about nothing serious
F#m      D              F#m                
I'm just real observant ■   and I know this
       D                       
Why do you niggas be hatin' man


[Verse]
F#m                                        
Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission
D                 
Nigga on the grind
       D                        
Trying to hustle for the chicken
  F#m                                                 
I ain't really tripping dog I'm with it if you with it
D                                          
Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute
F#m                                
Take it to the limit I mean why not
D                                    
I really had to earn everything I got
F#m                                
Look back at 'em and I said bye bye
D                                  
Laughing at these niggas like ha Ha
    F#m                                         
Why you worshiping money What's close to a nigga
D                                        
All hooks no bars I'm exposing you niggas
F#m                                             
Scared to fall in love they just ho's to a nigga
D                                F#m  
Hit it one time she propose to a nigga
             D     
Let me get a chance
                                      D    
Fifteen my brother dies wasn't in the plans
F#m                                      
Steppops in the fans so I've been the man
D                                       F#m  
I'ma keep killing beats let them niggas dance
F#m                                
Thinkin of the times I was starvin'
D                                                   
Home was for my daughter but the pain make me harder
F#m                                                
Jumping off the bench cause the game need a starter
D                                 F#m       
Current top five bring my name up regardless
    F#m                     
Bro you know you flow trashy
D                                                     
I don't like you nigga if you wanted it then get at me
F#m                                       
Pretty boy style but I keep the hair nappy
D                    
Turn Kylie to a women
                           F#m  
Have her stuntin' like her daddy
        F#m                 
Got the hustle of an athlete
D                                                  
Keep your mind subtle you in trouble if you lackin'
F#m                                
It's practice double up the madness
  D                                            F#m  
A budget for the fashion and a hundred for the taxes
F#m                    
Obama tryin' to jack us
D                                        F#m      
Die for my tribe man these niggas got it backwards
F#m                       
No love for these bastards
D                                          
All for my ex she ain't never been a factor


[Chorus]
F#m                                        
Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission
D                 
Nigga on the grind
       D                        
Trying to hustle for the chicken
F#m                                                 D 
I ain't really tripping dog I'm with it if you with it
      D                                    
Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute
F#m                                
Take it to the limit I mean why not
D                                    
I really had to earn everything I got
          F#m                   D  
Look back at 'em and I said bye bye
                                 F#m
Laughing at these niggas like ha Ha 


[Verse]
     F#m                                     
From Afghanistan where you never get a chance
    D                                                 
And the rest of the world treats you lesser then a man
F#m                                          
Doing what I can but the pressure in the plan
D                                                
Homeless with a child had to dress her in the Van
F#m                                              
You wouldn't understand so just call me what I am
  D                                                      
I ain't talkin' 'bout Drake my nigga Aubrey got the Grams
F#m                                              
Tomorrow's never promised so I party with the fam
D                                             F#m
I need it more then you I'm so sorry for this man
                           D                
I'm feeling blessed lately selling out shows
    D                     
Now the ho's wanna date me
F#m                                                 
You don't like me now I'ma probably make you hate me
D                                              
Made my mamma proud give a hell why you rate me
F#m                             
Yeah now it's back to the basics
D                                               
He gave me the vision thankin' God for the Lasik
F#m                                       
Praise every quote so close I can taste it
D                                                F#m     
All I know is three's 'til them niggas learn the language
      F#m                    
I met a chick out in Portland
D                                             
Face wasn't nothin' but her lips were enormous
F#m                   
Tits made her gorgeous
F#m                      
The hips was proportional
D                                           F#m   
Only call me daddy think I turned her to an orphan
   F#m                        
We gonna end up with a fortune
D                                          F#m   
Scoop your gal up cause the engine full of horses
       F#m                      
I pray we make it to the morning
D                                            
Album number one you can take it as a warning


[Chorus]
F#m                                        
Baby mama's tripping cause I'm on a mission
D                 
Nigga on the grind
       D                        
Trying to hustle for the chicken
  F#m                                                 
I ain't really tripping dog I'm with it if you with it
D                                          
Man I ain't worry 'bout a hater in a minute
F#m                                
Take it to the limit I mean why not
D                                 F#m    
I really had to earn everything I ■   got
          D            F#m D F#m D            F#m D
Look back at 'em and I ■   ■ ■   said bye bye ■   ■


[Outro]
F#m D                        F#m  D F#m D F#m   D F#m
■   Laughing at these niggas like ■ ■   ■ ha Ha ■ ■