7000 Thoughts chords by Meyhem Lauren

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Verse 1
Bb# 
Yeah, yo, you know sometimes
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you just contemplate your shit
E 
Know what I mean?
Think about what if, know what I mean?
Like, what if you
A 
went about this this way, or
E 
What if shit had went down
A 
like this?
F#m 
I mean, I don't got no regrets for real,
Bb# 
like I'm real happy where I'm at right now,
you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in a golden position,
Em 
but niggas just think, like
Know what I mean?
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Em 
What if I kept this up, or
Am 
What if I bagged shorty back then,
Em 
Am 
Em 
know I mean?
Am 
Em 
What if I never picked up the mic
and went full -fledged with
that drug shit?
Am 
Would I be rich up in my rest,
Em 
or stressed on the stretch doing reps,
counting sets?
Dm 
Em 
Talking about the glory days
Am 
I had with other connects
Em 
I used to play ball,
imagine if I never stopped
Dm 
Em 
I   could've been the next
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Oakley or Barkley ready to box
Em 
For a rebound, holding my ground,
physically sound
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Am 
What if I never met my fam uptown
when I was young?
Em 
Would I think the same way
and do the things that I done?
Dm 
Em 
If  I stuck to school,
coulda got a scholarship
Am 
Em 
Did the college shit but dropped
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out quick to get my dollars slick
Bb# 
Am 
Bb# 
G 
A lot   of it was blown on kicks,
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what if I saved it?
Dm 
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Dm 
I   don't give a fuck an
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d 95's were my favorite
Dm 
F 
I had four pair of every
color that I wanted
Am 
In  case I scuffed the speaker
stomping niggas I confronted
F 
Am 
What if I smoked weed all day
F 
and got blunted with it
Dm 
Calm me down,
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Dm 
I'll make my lifestyle counterproductive
Wu -Tang Clan ain't
F 
Am 
nothing to fuck with
What if that CD never dropped,
would I wanna rhyme?
What if they hit me in the Bronx
F 
Em 
with a 3 to 9 the time they pulled me over on
Dm 
G 
Fordham and I had guns and coke
Em 
What if I never popped alarms
Am 
Em 
on a Polo coat back when I was broke
G 
prior to purchasing a pound of smoke
Em 
What if I shot a cop
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every time I felt provoked
Em 
Would I be a model
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or secluded living life remote
Em 
What if I never wrote down
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my  thoughts
Em 
Would they be bottled up inside
Dm 
Em 
or get lost like followers
Am 
Looking for an invisible leader
Em 
as they shoot dope
Hoping that life will get sweeter
What if I never held
Am 
a motherfuckin' heater
Em 
And gave niggas in Queens
more credit than Visa
Would I still be holdin' my own,
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Am 
gettin' dough
Dm 
Or have my hand out,
askin' for help,
F 
you never know