Leaf Chords by A$AP Rocky

[Start]

[Intro]

[Verse]
Ebmaj7 Cm Ebmaj7 Gm                                    Ebmaj7 
■      ■  ■      Tired of these rappers tired of these jackers
                                           Ebmaj7     
I'm tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
                                                     Ebmaj7
And I'm sick of all these hipsters I'm sick of phony niggas
                                                           Gm     
I'm stickin' to these bitches 'cause I'm sick of all these sisters
             Gm                    
I'm sick and tired of tryna survive
                         Ebmaj7     
I'm sick and tired of my environment
         Ebmaj7                   
Sick and tired of feeling deprived
                          Ebmaj7    
I'm one of a kind when in my climate
         Ebmaj7              
Sick and tired of your façade
                               Ebmaj7  
And all of your lying and your diamonds
                                        Ebmaj7
Basically I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired 
Gm                      Eb       
Aap born in moneymakin' Manhattan
                                        Eb        
Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attraktion
                                      Eb    
Shout my nigga Squadda shout my nigga Mondre
                                                     Gsus4   
If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the ninetrey
                       Gm                           Eb   
And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and your padre
                                                Eb     
Comprende Most of these niggas been gay or they strange
                                       Eb                     
They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye little bit of Max
                                                  Gm                     
A little bit of Wiz little bit of that little bit of this get off my dick


[Chorus]
    Ebmaj7                              
I'm in your hood you ain't got no ticket
      Ebmaj7                              
I'm a down to Earth nigga we could kick it
Ebmaj7                           
Take a hit with me hit with me uh
Cm                             Ebmaj7
Take a hit with me hit with me uh    
         Gm                                  Ebmaj7     
Ain't on stage behind the scene I'm probably mixing lean
Ebmaj7                              
Chilling with my niggas with my team
      Ebmaj7                                          
Won't you come and take a sip with me sip with me Yeah
                   Cm  Gm          
Take a sip with me sip with me yeah


[Verse]
                                    Eb   
Ay ay ay once again Mr Back Selling Crack
                                              Eb 
It's an honor keeping real nigga music on the map
                                      Cm     
Street raps new face sampling with no credits
                                                   Gm    
Doubting myself 'cause I don't think the world can relate


[Chorus]
                                Ebmaj7    
To my surprise everyone does so have faith
                                               Ebmaj7
Half of the other side don't live it they push play  
                                           Ebmaj7
The young illest alive Harlem World to the Bay   
                                        Gm  
It feels good waking up to money in the bank


[Verse]
                                    Ebmaj7
'cause last year it was shoebox and lint  
                                   Ebmaj7      
I only write raps just to give you niggas hints
                                       Ebmaj7 
Every verse a gift as you smoke like a chimney
                                                Gm    
My album coming November that's twenty years of memory
                                   Ebmaj7
And that's assuming I'ma live that long  
                                              Ebmaj7
If I don't don't cry 'cause I ain't live that wrong 
                                            Ebmaj7
Just an artist in a purest form I live that song  
                                         Gm          
An artist in the purest form I live that song Bambino


[Chorus]
                     Ebmaj7             
I'm in your hood you ain't got no ticket
                                   Ebmaj7 
I'm a down to Earth nigga we could kick it
     Ebmaj7                      
Take a hit with me hit with me uh
                               Gm
Take a hit with me hit with me uh
                                             Ebmaj7     
Ain't on stage behind the scene I'm probably mixing lean
Ebmaj7                              
Chilling with my niggas with my team
          Ebmaj7                                      
Won't you come and take a sip with me sip with me Yeah
                               Cm   Gm
Take a sip with me sip with me yeah ■ 


[Verse]
                             Eb         
Okay hold up ay why fuss I'd rather fuck
                               Eb        
Treat her like my enemy I just wanna bust
                    Eb        
Seven deuce waiting on the bus
                                 Gm               
Before them boys bend the corner tryna make a bust
                  Ebmaj7        
Tryouts I'm tryna make the bucks
                         Ebmaj7     
Purple and the green got me on stuck
                              Ebmaj7         
So I twostep move my feet and keep it pushing
                           Eb       Gm     
Always bouncin' back gotta keep the cushion
                              Eb             Ebmaj7 
And that's somethin' fat like eating all the pudding
                  Ebmaj7           
Aap we got a slap bruh good looking
                      Ebmaj7   
Fuck that AAP where I come from
                              Gm        
Four hundred and fiftysix Ice City slums
                       Ebmaj7        
Weed in my pocket coke in his tongues
                              Ebmaj7    
Buying Swisher Sweets no more honey buns
                       Ebmaj7      
Fresh white tee bright like the sun
                               Gm   
Only nigga 'round here rocking Мишка


[Chorus]
                     Ebmaj7             
I'm in your hood you ain't got no ticket
                             Ebmaj7       
I'm a down to Earth nigga we could kick it
                Ebmaj7           
Take a hit with me hit with me uh
                               Gm
Take a hit with me hit with me uh
                                             Ebmaj7     
Ain't on stage behind the scene I'm probably mixing lean
Ebmaj7                              
Chilling with my niggas with my team
      Ebmaj7                                          
Won't you come and take a sip with me sip with me Yeah
       Ebmaj7                      
Take a sip with me sip with me yeah


[Outro]
Gm Cm7 Ebmaj7 Gm Ebmaj7
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[End]