Pick from pain chords by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

SimplifiedC · D · Am · Em · G

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Intro 1

(Daytrip took it to

Verse 1

10, hey)

Huh, ballin'

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Verse 2
C 
nigga,
G 
D 
tell me what the bank says
C 
Em 
And I think that the Rol lie gon' hit
harder with the gold face
C 
D 
If shawty bad, she don't need no man,
then she okay
Am 
I'm on  his ass,
Em 
G 
Em 
bullets comin' fast if he owe me
C 
I'm on it (top) I seek it,
D 
you got it (got), beat it
C 
Em 
G 
She gon' heal my soul, beat on the beat
Em 
We can't hide it,
C 
D 
we been slangin' iron in the streets
Am 
Em 
With my niggas dyin' 'bout me,
G 
screamin' murder, throwin' them B's
C 
I took it to another level,
D 
follow, you breathe
Am 
C 
I'm hurtin' on another level,
Em 
this is all on me
C 
Shawty, right before the night though,
D 
hold on me
Am 
C 
Em 
Soon as the lights down, don't sleep
C 
Me and my niggas lookin' for the scene

Verse 3
C 
Who want it? Fuck
D 
who makin' more money
Am 
Em 
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
G 
C 
If I ain't with my brothers
D 
then I'm all on my own
Am 
I was runnin' from the pain and
Em 
I'm the one who they chose
G 
Em 
This shit ain't ever make me change,
C 
I'm a rider
D 
Grew up with them shottas
Am 
Go shoppin' and we
Em 
spendin' every dollar
G 
Em 
C 
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
D 
I know they ain't forgotten
Am 
Em 
G 
We from the nawf, only thing not the same,

Verse 4
that money higher
Em 
C 
She don't need a nigga, leave a nigga,
D 
run off with that bag
Am 
Em 
He won't hurt a nigga, leave a nigga,
hit him with that mag
C 
Her intentions was to leave a nigga,
D 
try to do me bad
Am 
Em 
You can run off with
materialistics, but not with these bands
Ho leave bands,
C 
D 
I'ma hit with that chopper his ass
Dirty money, we clean 'em with rags
C 
Em 
Took the air, conceal 'em in bags
G 
Em 
All his money talk,
C 
D 
too much mouthin' out my pants
Am 
I just want them bundles of
C 
Em 
blue hunnids in my pants
Got my Glock out, nigga, like
C 
Who want it?

Verse 5
Fuck who
D 
makin' more money
Am 
Em 
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
G 
If I ain't with my brother
C 
D 
s then I'm all on my own
Am 
I was runnin' from the pain and I'm
Em 
the one who they chose
G 
C 
This shit ain't ever make me change,
I'm a rider
D 
Grew up with them shottas
Am 
Go shoppin' and we
Em 
spendin' every dollar
G 
Em 
C 
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
D 
I know they ain't forgotten
Am 
Em 
We from the nawf, only thing not the same,
G 
that money higher