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Back to Myself chords by Nems

  • Em

  • C

  • D

Verse 1
Em
Attention to Rab and Babylon,
C
to them that know I
Em
With the old philist,
the entire area with Ethiopia
It shall be said that this
C
man was born there
Em
And the highest himself
shall establish the earth
C
Jah Rastafari
Em
C
Coney Allen raised me, yeah nigga
Em
D
Coney Allen made me,
Em
Coney Allen's crazy
That's where I get it from
D
I don't need no punches right now,
C
shawty, I just let it run
Niggas can't fight, so they get a gun
I caught a charge, took flight,
Em
went on the run
Robbin' this one, robbin' that one
D
Mentality was if they come back,
I'ma clap them
C
No actin', just schemes
I can keep gettin' high
D
while I can live out my dreams
Em
That's what I told myself
and never looked back
D
But even back in them days,
I never looked wack
C
Labels now know nothin' about real
Niggas spendin' two mil'
D
to get a 50 ,000 deal
Em
Better get your change, nigga
Back it up,
D
cause after all that's gone,
C
you still wack as fuck
I'm back to myself, take all the other LPs,
D
put em back on the shelf
Em
And smoke a blunt, and dial
D
C
2 -1 -2 F -U -C -K -Y -O -U
I'm back to myself,
take all the other LPs,
D
put em back on the shelf
Em
And smoke a blunt, and dial
D
2 -1 -2 F -U -C -K -Y -O -U
C
Uh, my music is dope
And hip -hop,
you gotta live what you spoke
D
Em
Niggas need a little boost,
better give em some coke
D
And let em hang they own self,
hey I'll give em the rope
C
These niggas is posse,
they'll give you they choke
Just my experience and strength,
I deliver the hope
D
Em
Niggas comin' out they mouth sideways
like they lived through a stroke
D
Every time I spit I give you a quote
C
My niggas axin' yo nims,
why the fuck you ain't on yet?
D
Cause I don't hop off and on dick
Em
Shit niggas be doin'
just be makin' me sick
D
And I don't need to pay DJs,
I make it legit, you bitch
C
Made motherfucker, yeah, I scare the ho
Shit they doing now,
I did it like five years ago
Em
Spitting 50 bars on the mixtape,
that shit's clean
D
C
But nowadays I can crush it with only 16
Cause I'm back to myself
Take all the other LPs,
D
put them back on the shelf
Em
And smoke a blunt, and dial
D
C
2 -1 -2 F -U -C -K -Y -O -U
I'm back to myself
Take all the other LPs,
D
put them back on the shelf
Em
And smoke a blunt, and gal
D
C
2 -1 -2, F -U -C -K -Y -O -U, all life
Whackers the new nice,
D
in the hood they learn how to sell crack and shoot dice
Em
Soon as you get a stack, buy new ice,
D
fuck that, bring it back, get a new life
C
Some get high and some get fly,
and some die before they
D
knew life passed them by
Em
Leaving kids and a wife asking why,
D
know the politics or you out
of it, blast or die
C
I'm the last to cry, first to laugh
All these garbage rappers
just hurt my craft
D
Em
Run up in your future and
murk your past
They got it twisted
D
like if you go to church, you ass
C
Nah, nah, shit be killin' me
Real niggas take care
of they responsibilities
Em
Fuck your life and your whole facility
D
Niggas actin' brave,
C
not gettin' paid, auxiliary
I'm back to myself,
take all the other LPs
D
Put em' back on the shelf,
Em
and smoke a blunt
D
C
And dial 2 -1 -2 F -U -C -K -Y -O -U
I'm back to myself
Take all the other LPs
Put em back on the shelf
D
And smoke a blunt
Em
And dial 2 -1 -2
D
F -U -C -K -Y -O -U
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