Freshman Friday chords by Sub-conscious

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Intro 1

Verse 1
E 
Pistol barrels
flashin' in your face,
Em 
restin' sideways
Bout to set it on these youngsters
E 
like it's freshman Friday
Em 
Your favorite rapper's strapped,
E 
Em 
but he's probably frontin'
G 
So when you spit, push the envelope
C 
E 
or push the lobby button
Em 
E 
Em 
E 
It's cool to be fond of folks
F 
Em 
and dreamin' beans, hopin' hoes
E 
Will sign you to the rocks
Em 
so you can move to Ocean Grove
But most record labels
E 
Em 
make a   profit off of choking souls
Bm 
Keeping they broke as hoes
roped in the dopest clothes
E 
Em 
They ain't got to do us
like them slobby cats
from Coastal Dome
E 
Long as we focus gold
Em 
in dookie road sizes
Paying them to use us
for free advertisement
G 
Fuck, designer logos,
Em 
some are modest,
Mr. Frodo'd out
Trying to destroy that last ring of power
with his motor mouth
Some know these prayers are thought,
but not too many wrote them out
Amazed at Babylon's repavement
over ancient Roman routes
Speedballing with them shots,
but rolling slow with stouts
Butterscotch schnapps
with a subtle touch to that bass
Forgetting the owner's Italian or Israeli
G 
Em 
With a hatred for the music that you grew it
But he chooses to smile
Cause that 20 cover
was abusive enough
Plus fucking up his own money
would be stupid
But you bought that paper thug life,
living illegal
Bm 
Can't get up to  give it all
right back to white people
Em 
But I'mma respect your rights
to pursue the lives you living
Just beware how much they making
off us in private prisons
Subcon, the rain dancers, son,
waking that storm
G 
Ridin' tracks, snatchin' listeners
Em 
off of station platforms
I work ditchin' international prescriptions
That could make ya worse symptoms,
ship -shapin' the pigeons
Urbanized medicine, man,
spannin' my sectum
Bm 
Em 
Only cause to know if I be doin'
Bm 
is joinin' my ancestors
Em 
This flow with it, dawg,
you can't stop the ocean
Lyrics leave you coverin' they domes
like helicopter blades in motion
I stand tall, beltin' these
Bm 
Em 
balls like they Optimus
G 
Em 
See, I'm the hip -hop,
belky, Bartokomus
Perfect strains of the rap,
you understand it, none of the nuts
Straight up, poster boy for planets
Step lightly through my psyche,
son, it bottoms out quick
Bm 
See your name, go  ahead and cop it,
Em 
you ain't got to doubt this
Bm 
Em 
I drop boiling boulders in the streams,
givin' hot glasses
Drunk in monk style, practice jazz,
holdin' shot glasses
So well -rounded,
I'm gon' need a oval -shaped casket
G 
Don't catch beats,
cause I state it myself,
Em 
like noble gassin'
So advanced, my shadows kill me
by a fraction of a second
Gangsta rap used to be fresh,
but now it's just depressin'
I'm stuck in the making music wheel
And that's a tragedy
Bm 
The truth is criminal
Breaking the laws of gravity
Em 
One of the illest things in rap
Since the human beatbox
So next with it
Heads might as well start calling me
3 -Pot -Boy
Em 
Bm 
Em 
Em 
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