Diss song chords by Tyga
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
I ain't tryna diss you
Dm
I just wanna know the issue
Am
Yea,
Verse 2
Am
Dm
got some shit on my mind
Am
Uh first
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Verse 3
off, this song,
meant to be tooken wrong
Dm
Bad intentions an d all,
Am
don't want the problem resolved
Heard it was you,
I'm like "no not my dawg"
Went to school together
Dm
took the bus and all,
Am
Back of flashin' cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers,
they told us run along
Dm
Tryna learn to shoot dice,
Am
got my bike stolen dawg
Used to wanna gang bang,
ride deep in cars
Dm
Am
'Til I see the nigga wrong hat,
now his head off
Picked up a notepad,
thought you gon' do the same
Dm
Wrote down the shit I saw,
Am
now I don't look at shit the same
Now how am I to blame
for you choosin a life you made?
Dm
Nigga you a man too,
E
why you mad at me?
Am
Same gravity hold you
down, that's embarrassing
Dm
Your comments was hilarious,
Am
not even congratulations
Told niggas we're related,
even when I made it
Dm
Had nothing but good things to say about
Am
you even though you still hated
I know you think 'cause this fame
I'm probably jaded
Dm
Ain't get a chance to see yo daughter,
Am
tell her happy belated
For me, I don't care if that car lease,
Dm
you in it you own it
And that's all me,
Am
being smart don't mean cheap
You could take a life sitting
Dm
in that driver's seat
Take your shades off,
Am
I'm like (Remember me?)
Verse 4
Am
I ain't tryna diss you
Dm
Am
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say
then say who you are
Dm
Am
We ain't gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song,
this is not a diss song
Dm
They just wanted this song,
Am
tell 'em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
Dm
Am
I just wanna know the issue
Verse 5
Listen to this song
Am
Lookin' at my story,
breakin' down my glory
Judging my highlights when
it's shots like Horry
Always tryin' to take from me, criticize,
Dm
hate on me
Wanna call me fake cuz you really
Am
can't re late to me
Your remarks,
playin league out of character
Dm
You social past couldn't
Am
make a dollar in America
On your keyboard cuz I blew
Dm
up like a keloid
Me boy, why you niggas
Am
gotta be a kill joy?
I gave you niggas something
Dm
to ride to
Gave you niggas something
Am
to get fly to
Dm
Gave you niggas something to die to
Niggas want the fast life,
Am
barely in the drive- thru
I advise you,
do what yo life allow you to
Dm
Am
You're a fare nigga? It's cool,
I was once too
All that feedback,
really don't need that
Dm
Am
You like it? Buy it,
You don't? Don't cop it
Dm
Continue to be great but my eyes lit
Am
Ignorance is bliss so I can't
blame your ignorance
Dm
It's irrelevant, I'm relevant
Am
I'm big event so go ahead
Dm
and vent
Am
(I'm big event so go
ahead and vent)
Verse 6
Am
I ain't tryna diss you
Dm
Am
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say
then say who you are
Dm
We ain't gotta take it this far
Am
So go on, make a diss song,
this is not a diss song
Dm
They just wanted this song,
tell 'em play this song
Am
I ain't tryna diss you
Dm
I just wanna know the issue
E
Am
Listen to this song
Dm
Listen to this song
Am
This song, if you know what
you say then say who you are
Dm
We ain't gotta take it this far
E
Am
I ain't tryna diss you
Dm
Am
I ain't, tell em play this song
I ain't tryna diss you
Dm
Make a diss song
Am
Dm
Tell em play this song
Em
This song
Am
This song
Dm
Em
Verse 7
Am
C
Bells ring, let the birds sing
Dm
Had to sacrifice,
Em
Am
never knew what pain will bring
G
This moment of clarity
Dm
I do it for my auntie's nephew,
Em
Am
never had a niece
They call it spoken word,
don't want it to speak
Dm
Don't mix them colors with whites
Em
as if it was bleach
Am
Back of the bus,
niggas fightin' over window seats
Dm
Tryna compete, (T- Raww's)
Em
Make this idea complete
Am
Ryan just got killed, who is he to blame?
Dm
God rest his soul,
Em
tryna protect his gold chain
Am
It's rules to the shit,
G
but just it ain't a game
Dm
Em
Give or take, niggas still gon' violate
Am
Not up for discussion,
C
load and cockin' and bussin'
Dm
You tough? It's always someone tougher
Am
sayin' fuck we's in public motherfucker
C
I kept it 1000 to be exact
Dm
Went from hood racks to
Em
Maybach's, how real is that?
Am
Plaques on the wall,
C
wall match the chrome gat
Dm
Got pack backpack backpack, rap
Em
whenever was that
Am
Niggas fire arms like
G
they fuckin' fist gone
Dm
These simple heartbeats,
Em
Am
that's a real diss song
Motherfucker
Diss song
Tyga
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