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Ego Trippin' chords by Krizz Kaliko, Tech N9ne

  • Am

  • E

  • G

  • F

  • F#m

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Verse 1
Am
Ay, by now everybody
breathing should be into this
With us, even have a membership,
loving me when I begin to rip
But there be some that wanna
hinder the sinister nemesis
Cause I'm grim a bit,
E
G
I am at the end of what I'm finna get
F
Intricate, I finish it with a diss for the hiss,
but I get no benefit
E
Am
I am not a demon cause I'm always
E
G
Am
beamin' and on some sinner shit
This shall replenish this menacing
glitch that men have set
On my syndicate,
E
Am
this genesis will spit and diminish it
Verse 2
Am
I done took all I can stands,
E
Am
and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands,
F
clap, clap, 'till the hands are sore
E
And possibly, could you be afraid of me?
G
Am
(Afraid of me?)
Be careful who you fuckin' with
E
Boy, don't let your ego trip

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Verse 3
Am
I can't stands no more
like I was Popeye
Then I got my spinach and now
E
Am
F
the industry drop by
Am
When I rock the spot my,
plot's to be shot high
In a dark sky, in hopes I! Will not die
F
They really are scared of me,
they said that T would not fly
E
And credit was deaded,
G
Am
but he kinetically sped up and guap rised
Off the top I, will not lie, bread is my fetish
And I really get it,
E
Am
that's why I'm a dreaded hip hop guy
F
Am
So stop try, do not pry
E
And me won't have to bring the Glock by,
Am
nigga, hot fry
Leave ya mammy with a soft sigh,
lost why?
Because the jammy did her man
E
G
F#m
F
like standing on pot pie
And now I keep bitches that'll
E
make Dennis Hoff buy, twat
I be so paper that it make
G
Am
the cops spy
And now the haters try to mock
my walk to the top
E
Am
Dynamic and they not I, Boss Nine!
Verse 4
Am
I done took all I can stands,
E
Am
and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands, clap,
F
Am
F
clap, 'till the hands are sore
E
And possibly, could you be afraid of me?
G
Am
(Afraid of me?)
Be careful who you fuckin' with
E
Boy, don't let your ego trip
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