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Game Over chords by OT the Real

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Intro 1
C
B
Bm
B
C
Verse 1
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Sparks, roll up
C
You trade a hit of this pipe for your life
It's freezing cold,
B
I hid my meth in the snow
Now there's ice on my ice
C
I told these rappers
I'm too nice for advice
B
I chill humble, but I will slump you
Real warriors righteously fight
C
Until the death, any instance
Over honor and pride,
B
he sniffed a fake 30
Went back to his car and he died
C
The funny thing was, they found him alive
B
But he was choking on the vomit, damn
C
Homie should've just turned to the side
The air was cold,
and the basement stairs had mold
B
I would take shit, yeah, I stole
All of Nathan, here I go
C
Cause if you ain't risking something
What you gaining in the end?
B
And people only cheat
When they afraid you're gonna win
C
I was dazed out off a tent
Collecting paper with my friends
B
Had to start from the beginning
Like a playlist when it ends,
C
I heard your man was doing good,
homie came through in his Benz
B
They just found his body mangled.
C
Thanks for playing, you didn't win.
Game over
B
Headshot, game over
C
Life plus 20, game over
B
Never see the streets again, game over
And your folks ain't got no money,
C
game over
B
Homie ran off on his plug, game over
C
Third gun case, you got a thug, game over
If you caught a wrong person bluff,
B
game over
You might as well just give that up
C
I let the blood spill
B
If I heard you make it, that's a buzz kill
My homies say he Muslim,
but he blood still
C
Some shit ain't for everyone to understand
B
I been breaking rubber bands,
tryna shake the devil's hand
C
I landed in the lands DEA posted,
B
hiding cameras in the plants
Junkies camped out in the van
C
On the corner, cars warmer than just standing
B
in the transportation center
Got they set up, and
they standing on it, yeah
C
That's what I'd do if I was out,
broke in the cold
B
But I'd heat myself up
by dropping coke on my stove
C
I'd rather die getting rich
than live broke till I'm old
B
But out here, they dying quick,
keep your emotions controlled
C
Cause if it flies off the handle,
they fly off the handle
B
Homie said he's sober,
he gets high off a fan duel
C
But he was like a beat maker,
try and get a sample
B
Found a needle in his arm,
C
he wasn't careful, game over
B
Damn, game over
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