This Ain’t Livin’ (extended version) (screwed and chopped) chords by Z‐Ro
Intro 1
Am
G
F
Am
Bb
Am
G
F
Bb
F
They don't
Verse 1
Am
give a damn,
unless you're breaking
G
your back for them
But they won't help you out
F
the situations you in
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
Bb
They listen to your problems and they grin
Am
This ain't living
They don't give a damn about you
when you drive a regular car
G
But when you in that Bentley
F
then they care who you are
When you're broke
they can't see you standing next to em
Bb
But when you're rich they
see you from afar
Dm
C
Dm
This ain't living
Am
G
Am
If I ain't throwing money in the club
G
Dm
G
They show no love for me in the club
F
Bitches didn't want to ride in my 300,
Bb
but they loved the passenger side
in my Bentley on Dubs
F
Am
Why the fuck I got a ball to be accepted?
G
Gm
I'm not a man,
G
Dm
G
I'm a medallion and a necklace
F
Say they my homies, but I know
they'd probably ride me
Bb
and leave a nigga dead
Dm
F
somewhere in Texas
Am
Y 'all motherfuckers fake,
G
basing friendships
off the money that I make
Dm
G
F
You come around to eat
when your tummy got a ache
Dm
But when I'm doing bad,
Bb
I promise I see not a face
Am
Goddamn right, my nigga,
these are the braids
G
Maybe they'll give a fuck about me
when I'm in my grave
Dm
G
F
Sometime I'd rather be
doing time in the state
Bb
At least I know what I'm up against
Dm
behind the gates, yeah
Am
They don't give a damn
unless you're breaking
G
your back for them
But they won't help you out
Am
G
F
the situations you in
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
Bb
They listen to your problems and they grin
Am
This ain't living
They don't give a damn about you
When you drive a regular car
But when you in that Bentley
G
F
Then they care who you are
When you're broke
they can't see you standing next to them
Bb
But when you're rich they
see you from afar
C
Dm
This ain't living
G
Baby mama's got my
Am
daughter seeing green
Dm
G
Dm
I'm not even a father,
G
I'm an ATM machine
F
They never call me to see how I'm doing
Bb
It's just we need this and we need that
Dm
F
I wish I could let it rain
Dm
G
Sometime I wish I never
Am
wrote my first song
G
Dm
They wouldn't know who I was
F
G
and they would've left me alone
Dm
F
Sometime I be like, Lord, I'm ready,
you can call me home
Bb
Can't take it here no more,
Am
I would rather be gone
Y 'all motherfuckers fake
G
Basing friendships off the
Dm
money that I make
G
You come around to eat
F
when your tummy got a ache
Bb
But when I'm doing bad,
I promise I see not a face
Dm
Am
Goddamn right, my niggas,
these are the braids
G
Maybe they'll give a fuck about me
when I'm in my grave
Sometime I'd rather be
F
doing time in the state
Bb
At least I know what I'm up against
Dm
behind the gates, yeah
Am
They don't give a damn
unless you're breaking
G
your back for them
But they won't help you out
Am
G
F
the situations you in
They act like they your
shoulder to lean on
Bb
They listen to your problems
Am
and they grin, this ain't living
They don't give a damn about you
G
when you drive a regular car
F
Am
When you in that Bentley,
G
F
then they care who you are
When you're broke,
they can't see you standing next to them
Bb
But when you're rich,
they see you from afar
Dm
This ain't living
Am
Same nigga used to drive a
fixed -up Fleetwood
F
Dm
F
Today, his shoes don't even
G
cover his feet good
F
A nice neighborhood to a spot
under the freeway
Bb
Dm
It's hard to ball, but to fall off is so easy
Am
Dm
When you're doing good,
G
Am
F
there's so many people down with you
Dm
F
Even when you're doin' nothin',
G
F
they just hang around with ya
But let the lights go off
and the water stop runnin'
Bb
Viz's turn to phone calls
Dm
and the phone calls stop comin'
Am
Fuckin' zero shit,
my name Joseph Wayne, nigga
G
But if I wasn't zero,
Dm
G
would they give a fuck if I came, nigga?
F
All the bullshit I go through,
I guess I'm who to blame, nigga
Bb
And I fucked up part about it,
it ain't gon' never change, nigga
Am
They don't give a damn
unless you're breakin'
G
their back for them
But they gon' help you out
Am
G
F
the situations you in
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
Bb
They listen to your problems and they grin
Am
This ain't living
They don't give a damn about you
when you drive a regular car
G
F
G
But when you in that Bentley
F
then they care who you are
When you're broke
they can't see you standing next to them
Bb
But when you're rich
they see you from afar
Dm
Am
G
F
This ain't living
Bb
Am
G
F
Bb
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This Ain’t Livin’ (extended version) (screwed and chopped)
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