Chill chords by J.R. Writer
Verse 1
Bm
G
Bm
Street Empire, we legendary
G
Bm
G
Ryder, Harlem, Thunder,
Bm
G
Bm
G
Money, let's go get em
I told her, somebody lyin',
I'm not the deal
Bm
D
Must be gettin' higher than a doctor bill
G
I hit the spot and your wife
be tryin' to cop a feel
D
Till I look and tell her, Ma, you gotta chill
Bm
D
G
The way I'm flossin' on them,
Bm
D
they sayin' that I'm the worst
Bm
D
G
New pair of Michael Jordans
D
Bm
in my Nike shirt
G
Pinched on the ab,
D
lawyer gettin' right the work
Bm
D
Pinned to the past,
who I'm bout to write a verse?
G
No, it gotta hurt,
D
G
you ain't gettin' nothin' from me
Use a leech, nigga,
D
G
all you do is buck for money
D
G
D
G
Another dummy, you about to crash
D
G
No, this ain't about the past,
D
you about to pass
Bm
D
Nah, I ain't about to pass,
I'm about to blast
G
Cool out on the map,
D
boy, I'm shootin' out the glass
G
D
Get to trackin' when them things
Bm
are clappin'
D
Thinkin' it won't really happen
G
D
till it really happen
G
Have you layin' on the floor like,
really happened?
Hundred sprayers at your door
D
before you finish rappin'
G
D
Let's get it crackin', nigga, rápido
G
Yo, hoe, know I been a captain,
D
watch me rock a boat
G
Hottest flow, watch me glow,
D
hit the script and cop and go
Bm
G
I'm a pro, y should know,
D
when I'm in the mix I lock and load
Bm
G
Stop and go, watch us froze,
D
admit I'm icy ho
Rolex on, Audemars,
hop out on your bench and rock and boat
G
I'm the GOAT, y 'all a joke,
D
he ain't even kinda close
G
You won't find this kinda piranha
on the entire coast
D
G
What's poppin' though besides me,
me?
D
G
I'm on my way to get my
sauce from Chinese
D
Splittin' like the Siamese, me?
G
D
You can find me in that Maserati, ho
G
Taking the top off and on
D
Mind control
It's right here, nigga
G
D
Thunder in that lightning, nigga
Fox to your brain
G
D
Come and get enlightened, nigga
G
I don't like you niggas
Talking about you run New York
Only flips you know is cartwheels,
D
G
somersaults
That's your mother's fault
D
Bitch should've spit you out
G
Plus you still stay with her
D
G
Ben should've kicked you out
Bm
D
Listen, we eating good
Bm
Life's straight,
D
G
D
rice cake on a strollie with a white face
Bm
D
G
D
It's all love even though I like hate
G
Put a pretender in the blender,
D
G
watch his life shake
D
G
Patent leather 11s, white and grey
Took the top off the 7,
D
G
what a nice day
D
G
Jewels on freeze, this that ice age
D
I be blowin' on trees, this that white haze
Bm
D
Bag boy,
weed come heavy
G
Smokin' bags, boy, I mean a P on Steady
D
G
D
Lad boy, let a nigga scheme on Freddy
Bm
Bad boy, hit him with ma
G
D
chine -gun callies
G
Huh, that's what you
D
get tryin' to beat me
G
D
Team Thunder in this bitch, I'm the VP
G
Put you under with a clip off a GP
D
G
Fucker told you gon' pay,
D
now that's easy
Bm
G
Believe me,
D
G
I'm killin' shit when I spit more
D
Bm
G
Healin' whips with my big throat,
D
stealin' chicks, hit Misco Pots hot,
G
D
no Crisco, shot pop, no shot clock
Bm
G
On shot box, you hit flow,
top hot, you Cisco
D
G
High ball, no disco, hypno,
my wrist glow
D
G
Courtside, Nick Flo,
D
Mella almost stepped on my big toe
G
I get dough,
money's what a nigga trappin' for
I keep runnin' till I'm gettin' what
D
G
Bm
G
I'm askin' for
You
G
Chill
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