1980 Flow chords by
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu

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Key: D# minor
Verse 1
C#m
C#m
A
A
Bsus4
Bsus4
1980
C#m
C#m
A
A
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
flow vandross
C#m
C#m
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2
A
A
All this money give me confidence That I never had
you get money
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
you get enemies that you never had
C#m
C#m
Tell the valet to park the Lambo'
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A
Where he park the Jag'
My niggas back to back
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
Pour up the D'usse for my
C#m
C#m
niggas gone
Know you had a taste of this life
A
A
But you ain't get to see the peak
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B
So we gon' drink up tonight
C#m
C#m
And pop a bottle to success
In all my other endeavors
A
A
And show the fuck out on these
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B
Pussy niggas ain't on my level
F#m
F#m
We showed the city love
in a new car
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A
I showed my ass off like I'm City Girls
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
I blew his head off tryna show
C#m
C#m
Off for a pretty girl
I'm underrated, on this album
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A
I'ma show the world
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B
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
C#m
C#m
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
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A
My baby mama tellin' me she
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B
Want a lil' girl
C#m
C#m
Plus I been in and out of child
Support court with my first son
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A
I'm fighting for custody
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B
I don't want 'em to hurt none'
F#m
F#m
The way that I been prayin'
I should go to church some
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A
B
B
Keep it going, it's just first one,
C#m
C#m
yeah
Verse 3
A
A
And I feel like a lot of people
B
B
C#m
C#m
Don't know shit 'bout my life
A
A
So I gotta fill you motherfuckers in
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
C#m
C#m
A
A
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
You gon' feel it
Verse 4
C#m
C#m
Live from the city like it's
Fox 10 breaking news
A
A
B
B
I'm from a city where every
Murder don't make the news
C#m
C#m
Gotta take the game how it come,
no
You can't make the rules
A
A
Mama got no gas in the car
B
B
That's why I'm late for school
F#m
F#m
Had to get some money to prosper
So I could make a move
A
A
Might as well don't send
B
B
a deposit
If I can't take a tool
C#m
C#m
Mama raised a real ass nigga but
She ain't make a fool
A
A
You can lie your whole fuckin' life
B
B
But you gotta face the truth
C#m
C#m
Light some candles up in the studio
'fore I face the booth
A
A
I'll take the beat up Honda
B
B
Before I take the coupe
C#m
C#m
I'm just tryna be low- key, yeah
A
A
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
Don't give a fuck if you know me,
yeah
F#m
F#m
I know you never believed
A
A
I would ever achieve mama,
she was broke
B
B
It was a blessing that I was conceived
C#m
C#m
Wrinkles in my jeans
I went through struggles
you never perceived
A
A
Back by any means
B
B
They tried to shackle my
wrists to my knees
C#m
C#m
Travel overseas to get a
bag
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A
Of some Mexican tree
Probably fuck a bitch
Bsus4
Bsus4
'cause she exotic
C#m
C#m
No tellin' with me fuck security
I gotta keep me a felon with me
A
A
Bitches on my dick like voodoo
C#m
C#m
I got the skeleton key
I speak from the root
It's so clean just like medical leaves
A
A
Hanging with a clique of thug
B
B
C#m
C#m
Niggas who treacherous theive
Plus I'm with a bitch who can't
Pronounce all her S's and T's
A
A
B
B
Bilingual, no singles, no jingle
F#m
F#m
Nigga, this the album
A
A
Told Columbia pick up the check
And this the outcome
B
B
C#m
C#m
Every nigga tried to come against me
They got outdone
Bossing through the party with some
A
A
Guns you can't outrun
B
B
C#m
C#m
This that Big Pun, this that '95 Biggie
Mack Milly, ride with me
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A
When I'm slidin' through the city
B
B
C#m
C#m
I know niggas wanna get me
I'll smack a bitch silly
A
A
Bsus4
Bsus4
And bitch, I'm really worth a
B
B
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
milli'
Verse 5
A
A
See, everybody askin' me about my life
Bsus4
Bsus4
B
B
C#m
C#m
Shit, I'm just tryna live my life
A
A
B
B
C#m
C#m
RIP to all the real niggas gone
A
A
B
B
RIP my brother Tyquan rIP G- Money,
C#m
C#m
RIP Vail
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A
B
B
RIP
C#m
C#m
Nipsey Hussle
A
A
All the real niggas died by the clock
B
B
C#m
C#m
A
A
B
B
F#m
F#m
1980 flow

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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsC#m A Bsus4 B F#m