Post Verified Lifestyle chords by JPEGMAFIA

SimplifiedEb · D · G · Bm · F# …

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Eb
D
G
Bm
F#
Em
C
Gm
Cm
F
Dm
Bsus4
B
Esus4
A
Ab
Db
Fm

Intro 1

Ford F- 250, two

Verse 1
D 
G 
of 'em
With the Wi- Fi and
the nitrous booster
You know how we do
F# 
Em 
C 
G 
Fuck, ooh
Bm 
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
D 
I'm feelin' like

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Verse 2
G 
fuckin'
Gm 
Eb 
you up  (fuck)
Gm 
Eb 
I still got the stick in the truck
(yeah)
G 
I'm treatin' this bitch like a cuck,
Bm 
D 
brrat, MAC, loadin' it up (yeah)
Hit the your neck and you
G 
Gm 
breakin' your blunt
Circle 'round and send you
Cm 
to the Sun (ah)
G 
Bm 
I don't hide from you bums (no)
I survived through the slums
D 
(yeah)
G 
When you died,
they'll adjust (they'll adjust)
Gm 
Eb 
Gm 
Fuck it, I'm breakin' you
Eb 
G 
off (uh, uh)
Bm 
Bitch, I came back with the
high point
D 
'Cause I know that you soft (I know
G 
it, I know it, I know it)
Never let 'em catch you slippin',
Gm 
Eb 
Cm 
kept my  eyes wide like Kate Moss
F 
Peggy eighteen

Interlude 1

Let's get it, boy, let's get it

Verse 3
Bm 
Gm 
Bm 
You know what? Um
You get put on the spot
Gm 
And your supposed to
be talking about something
G 
Bm 
But you don't know what to
Gm 
talk about (damn)
Like this very moment
That's right,
Em 
Bm 
that's what goin' on right now
D 
Huh? (That's what goin' on right now?), Yeah,
Dm 
um
Don't worry about,
Cm 
Bsus4 
Bm 
B 
Bm 
you'll be okay
It's just something I grew
Em 
G 
up  on (yeah)
Dm 
We playin' with pencils for fun?
D 
We playin' with

Verse 4
Esus4 
Em 
pencils  for fun
A 
Mama said,
G 
"Don't rely on no gun"
A 
Em 
That's why I'm fadin' you bums
A 
Label say that I'm fatal to fun
A 
D 
Bm 
Em 
When I die, want all my enemies to take a side,
say, "RIP"
G 
And everyone that I don't fuck with
All of a sudden started
Esus4 
A 
fuckin'  with me
F 
Em 
Dm 
Incredible, took an edible and
throw my keyboard mother to me
Oh, you think you up and coming, G?
Nah, up and comers really think they me
G 
Bm 
Bitch, I been single, mix wit' Beatles
With a dash of dew and 98 Degrees
D 
Gm 
So fuck a pill, I won't take a plea
I'm bungee jumpin' to my destiny
G 
Post verified,
'cause these niggas really think a
Bm 
handle could handle me
D 
G 
Gm 
It's the young black Ali G
Fallin' off 'fore I catch a fee
Em 
Hit the mirror,
Bm 
let me down with ease, baby

Verse 5
Em 
G 
How you wanna turn me
Em 
Em 
on?
How you wanna turn me on?
I can never be alarmed
B 
It's not
Your parameters have been set
Esus4 

Interlude 2

Verse 6
Ab 
Damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy,
damn- damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy, damn- damn,
Peggy
Damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy, damn- damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy
Db 
Eb 
Db 
Ab 
Damn, Peggy, damn-
damn,
Peggy
Damn, Peggy,
Fm 
Ab 
damn- damn, Peggy
Damn, Peggy, damn, Peggy