I Gott Make It chords by J.R. Writer
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Intro 1
(E minor) (C major) (D major) (B minor)
(E minor) (B minor) (E minor) (D major) (C major) (D major)
Verse 1
I (E minor) gotta make it,
the (C major) shit is in my blood
The (D major) Congress couldn't cage
his (B minor) middle finger so the judge
I'm (E minor) rotting on this paper,
trying to (C major) kill him with the buzz
So I'm (D major) rotting on this hatin',
(B minor) so I'm sitting up above
Cuz (E minor) I gotta make it,
this (C major) shit is in my blood
The (D major) coppers come in cages,
(B minor) metal fingers to the judge
I'm (E minor) rotting on this paper,
trying to (C major) kill him with the buzz
(D major) So I'm rotting on this hatin',
so I'm (B minor) sitting up above
Cuz (E minor) I had to flip a (C major) few
to get us through
Prick, it's true in (D major) principle
when you can't do the (B minor) rent
And your rent is due,
(E minor) forget a interview, (C major) verse,
song, interlude
Listen, (D major) Buddhist niggas
who these (B minor) hustlers trying to ridicule?
(E minor) I've been invincible,
do (C major) ing what they intend to do
A (D major) lyrical miracle, little (B minor) nigga,
you sick as who? (E minor)
Who is better, not a (C major) veteran alive?
Can (D major) 't match up what I'm measuring,
I'm (B minor) heavenly supplied
I'm (E minor) peddling some medicine
to (C major) ratting up your eyes
You (D major) wouldn't play corners
(B minor) on an elevator ride
I can (E minor) tell you ain't as wise,
the (C major) hustler is global, (D major) you're local
And only thing you're (B minor) doublin'
is bothers, I (E minor) told you
The soldier is sick (C major) and the
blow that I'm spittin'
HD (D major) vision is writ (B minor) ten,
your flow need prescriptions
Listen, (E minor) I'm a pro,
(C major) that's destined to blow
Bat (D major) ter up your dough,
I'm nicer than who (B minor) ever you know
Writer, (E minor) I gotta make it,
(C major) this shit is in my blood
En (D major) compass concages,
metal (B minor) fingers set a judge
Fuck (E minor) em!
Plotting on his paper,
trying to (C major) kill him with the buzz
So I'm (D major) riding on his haters,
so I'm (B minor) setting up the bomb
Cause (E minor) I gotta make it, make (C major) it
The shit is in my blood, (D major) blood
The coppers cutting cages,
middle (B minor) fingers to the judge
Fuck em!
(E minor) Plotting on his paper,
trying to (C major) kill him with the buzz
(D major) So I'm riding on his haters,
so I'm (B minor) setting up the bomb
(E minor) Cause...
Okay, A (C major) .R.
I see you really came to kill (D major) niggas
on this one right here
(B minor) When these niggas gonna learn?
When (E minor) they gon' see,
(C major) they can't fuck with my (D major) n***a
The writer of writer (B minor) s,
J .R. mother (E minor) fuckin' writer
Yeah, (C major) n***a, Dipset
(D major) You heard (D major) the man,
(B minor) three albums lined (E minor) up
Now (C major) n****s better catch up (D major)
It's (B minor) Dipset
(E minor)
I Gott Make It
J.R. Writer
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