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Hustlers Paradise chords by 38 Spesh

  • F

  • Dm

  • Am

  • E

  • C

  • Bm

    2
  • A

  • D

Verse 1
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Dm
Am
Dm
E
Ayy,
Am
F
Dm
E
come on y 'all now, special,
F
y 'all know it been me
Dm
E
Am
Why are we so blind to see,
F
Dm
that a thug like me
E
Dm
C
Got a problem to see
F
Dm
I've been hustling all my life
E
Am
Livin' in the kids' spendin' time
F
Dm
I've been hustlin' all my life
E
Am
Livin' in the kids' time, spendin' time
F
Dm
I ain't never had shit, until I had
E
Ye Hustlers ain't respect that,
Am
until I had weight
F
Dm
I'ma grind to the end all,
until it's that day
E
They give us that cake,
Am
or give us that case
F
Dm
Everybody wanna know why
I'm livin' that way
E
Fuck up my face,
Am
how I'ma get of fended that way
F
Dm
But it caught my bruh slippin' that day
E
Keep my strap,
Am
just so I don't end up that way, shit
F
Dm
All this work I'm breakin' down,
I could make it bounce
E
Bm
E
Hey body, love the hood,
Am
but wanna make it out
F
Dm
I know them niggas that
you coppin' from,
they can vouch
E
I had a paper route,
C
more than they allow
F
Everything I do,
Dm
E
everything I does for the hood
Am
And I put that on everything I love,
F
Dm
I promise I still am everything I was
E
And I'm just like, yo,
Dm
F
I could never be a boat, no
Dm
I've been hustlin' all my life
E
Livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Am
F
I'm in the gangsta paradise, nigga
Dm
I've been hustlin' 19th Ward, Westside
E
Livin' New York, Metacapital
Dm
C
F
Dm
Let's go, uh I only need
E
Am
Some light to be
F
Dm
Better for my needs
E
C
E
Like a white TV I ain't
F
Dm
Now give me mine, give me mine
E
Am
If I shoot that nigga, he gon' give me time
F
If I get caught with this tech,
Dm
they gon' give me nine
E
Am
Cause I got two F's like the Fendi sign
F
Dm
My niggas break down bricks,
then we grind
E
Am
Get a six month round, then we fine
F
Nigga, that's how that
Dm
GT Bentley mine
E
He simply grind,
Am
I give you a brick at any time
F
Dm
I don't care if it's six
E
in the morning, we on it
Am
I be at your doorbell yawning
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Dm
Black GT with the stash box on it
E
Where I stash blocks
Dm
C
and a black block for informants
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Dm
I'm giving out nights with no warnings
E
I mean, I'm giving out
Am
nights with no mornings
F
We bake it
Dm
E
We get it, re -rock it,
Dm
Am
Dm
re -stamp it, re -tape it
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Dm
I've been hustling all my life
E
Am
Living in the K -Stars' paradigms
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Dm
I've been hustling all my life,
E
C
living in a gangster's paradise
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Dm
E
A
Why are we so blind to see
Am
F
Dm
E
That a thug like me got a right to eat ice?
Dm
E
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Dm
D
E
A
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