J.R. Smith chords by Mark Battles

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Verse 1
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Yo, this one for everybody reppin'
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Fly America, 3Zot, F   .O .D.,
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Fly High Nation, all of that, like
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Doin' threes, like I'm J .R. Smith
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Thought I told him before
we gon' open the door
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and I know it might make
y 'all sick
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Screamin' F  .O .D., nigga,
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that's on me
Whole team bout to take off quick
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We just got up in the game
and we kinda runnin' big
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But a lil' nigga hate all this,
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nigga, hate all this
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Bandwagon fans, don't target those
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You can have your cars and clothes
I got the hardest flows
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and I'ma take this as far as it goes
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And keep givin' niggas bars
like I'm chargin' phones
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I don't need a label, I can make it alone
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Jim Vehan, stay in the zone
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Big K9 breakin' the phone
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Quick taste time, makin' a moan
Switch bass, then I'm takin' it home
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Oh, no stress, you can tell I'm a beast
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So hot, I went to hell in a fleece
With a helmet and cleats, the real thing
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So they fell to compete
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Had to backhand the devil
cause he jealous of me
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Never  fear a thing,
got the team on my side
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When they start throwin' threes,
then you know I'ma rise
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Blah, blah, blah, I don't go for the lies
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It's time to bring the real back,
better open your eyes
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Made it through the struggle,
I was broke and deprived
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My niggas bumpin' goosey
while I listen to Nas
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Mama always said that my gift was my prize
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So I'ma keep going hard
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till they send me to God
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Got the heart of a champ
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And you got a piece of that
if you a part of my camp
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Don't ever fix your mouth
and try to tell me I can't
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Always say no,
but look me won't give us a chance
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Doing threes, like I'm J .R. Smith
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Thought I told them before
we gon' open the door
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And I know it might make
y 'all sick
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Screaming F  .O .D.,
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nigga that's on me
Whole team bout to take off quick
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We just got up in the game
and we kinda running things
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Let a lil' n***a hate out there,
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n***a hate out there
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Yeah, haha, until September
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Finally bout to get that album out
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I done gave out like eleven free projects
It's long overdue
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Had to give y
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It's for my pilots, three's up
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Everywhere you go,
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make sure you're reppin'
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them threes
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We real disrespectful with it,
I'm throwin' threes in they
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faces everywhere I   go
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Fly America
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Shoutout D -Lil, shoutout Young One, shoutout Duck,
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shoutout Jelly Beezy, what up?
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KDL, what's good, nigga?
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RJ Hunter, that's my lil' bro,
just got drafted to the south
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Three's up, we out here
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T -Mac, T -Kurt, what's good?
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My lil' n***a Cap Slavin', what up?
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Zac, what up?
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Free my n***a Jimmy
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Let's fly America
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You