GATSBY chords by Davis James

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Verse 1
Eb 
 (E flat major) Young Gatsby,
find me where the cash be
Ice caught the Glock,
pussy boy get at me
I know you mad, I'm happy
Young Leo, try to catch me
Fast lane, but you can't pass me
Whippin' in a E -Class
Haters freeze when I breeze past
Bitches wanna leave fast
See back with a loud pack
Bad vibes, won't allow that
Hit the gas, 160 on the dash
Nice guys finish last
That's a girl with a smash
I left, hit the stool
Recorded this, made a tune
Hit the bar and wrote the song
I rehearsed at 14, I was gone
All night, all day too
If you don't grind, they don't pay you
Keep the fame too
I spent years wondering if I would
ever break through
I still do, I still move like
I got shit to do and
I got shit to lose and I got shit to prove
To myself, it's for me, not for you
Doin' what I gotta do, like
I said, I'm lone wolf
Life of my turn, so I'm through
And I'm swingin' for the fence now
Stayin' on the best style
Better take offense now
I'm better than I rest out
When I let a breath out
When I let a breath out
Yeah, it's only been a year
I already made it here
Yeah, I started from the bottom
Now I'm in the top tier
No, I don't live in fear
False evidence appears
I just blaze with my peers
One hand when I steer I ain't never veer
No, I ain't never sweat
Wanna know what's gonna happen,
better listen to my words
Take a look at all my work,
it came from the dirt
Used to scrape spare change,
now I'm ballin' like dirt
Blue bills like the Mavericks,
yeah, I gotta have it
Got a lot of habits, cash,
gotta grab it
Then I gotta stash it,
then I make a mad hit
And the money goes to back it,
yeah, I got the recipe
Women gettin' next to me,
didn't make it to the room
Smash her in the mezzanine,
now I smoke it better green
And I got a better team,
wardrobe hella clean
X's on everything, I'm not even flexing
X's how I'm dressing,
kinda like ranch
Yeah, I'm the best dressing,
almost made half a mil
Off direct messaging,
that's what I call the flex
Tell me now who I'm the next,
I don't even got to stress
F 
Eb 
Universe  (F major) got my stats,  (E flat major) trust my tuition
Said fuck your tuition,
I've been on a mission
Always had a vision,
they always used to diss him
Now they claim they miss him,
miss me with the drama
Miss me with the bullshit,
I know you hate to see it
I'm the captain of my own ship,
how's fuck when I wrote this
Who wrote this,
roast to the roaches,
toast to the dopest
Off white with my coat is,
all white like the pope is
This my life, yeah I chose this
Sightset saying focus,
you should know this
And she asking where the blow is,
I told her she could blow this
Young Gatsby, find me where the cats be