Trying To Make It Out chords by Big noyd
Verse 1
Em
Fm
Em
Fm
Em
Bm
The
Em
Bb
reason for the pistols poppin' off,
Em
Bb
G's makin' em bang
Em
Cuz them lil' coward niggas
never stay in they lane
Bm
Real re cognize real through the
Em
struggle and pain
Bm
Sometimes the good die young,
Em
it's just part of the game
Niggas stay on that bullshit,
Fm
Em
actin' like I'm new to this
Wanna see me locked up,
shot up on some foolishness
Bm
Em
Yo, I can't call it drama,
Fm
they don't want it
Em
Bm
Want that dollar, dollar bill,
Em
but they don't do nothin' for it
Want that prodigy, that
Fm
Em
Cartier, but they can't af ford it
So they hit the block and sling
rocks so they can sport it
Bm
Yo, for the money, bro,
Em
they movin' them
O's
Bm
If it's funds you owe,
Em
Fm
they kickin' and dole
Em
They live by the code,
if I late, guns'll explode
Fm
Em
Pay up or get sprayed up,
don't make me reload
Bm
Yo, my heart is cold,
Em
all I see is the violence
Bm
Speakin' on what you know will get you
Em
niggas' bodies soaked
Fm
Let's get it right,
Em
you got the game all twisted up
Fm
Em
Shorty bangin' hard for that guap,
tryna live it
Bm
Let's get it right,
Em
when it's drama we let the hammers clap
Bm
Beats on every corner,
Em
in the skies where the cameras at
Let's get it right,
we need answers to all the questions here
Pull out some liquor for your homie
from your better years
Bm
we gotta get it right
This is what the struggle and
Em
the hustle bout
Bm
We grindin' and we climbin'
Em
through the ghetto tryna make it
Fm
A lot of niggas is bitch, man
Em
They crackin' depression,
Bm
Em
I treat em like cash, yeah
Bm
Catch em and check em,
look em right in his face, man
Em
And open his chest up,
Bm
it's an open confession
Of my life and obsession
Em
With these motherfuckin' bitches,
pussy, drugs, and pistols
Fm
Want me money, make the world go round,
Em
love will get you
Bm
That bitch will set you up,
Em
and niggas com in' to get you
C
Bm
To pump your punk ass up
with that like a pencil
Em
Might as well get your tissue,
cause your mama gon' miss you
Get too big for your bitches,
bet the cats get a visual
Bm
Catch him sniffin', slip the clip in,
Em
and knock out his noodle
Bm
When he pull up at the stoplight,
Fm
hop out and shoot him
Bb
Em
They blame it on my music,
the guns and violence
Fm
Em
The dope, the fiends, the police officers
Bm
Em
I live by a code, the code of silence
Bm
Freakin' on what you know will
get you niggas body
Em
Homie let's get it right
Fm
Em
You got the game all twisted up
Shorty bangin' hard for
that guap tryna live it up
Bm
Let's get it right
When it's drama we let
Em
the hammers clap
Bm
Em
Beats on every corner in the skies
where the cameras at
Let's get it right
We need answers to all the questions here
Pull out some liquor for your homie
from your bed
Bm
Homie we gotta get it right
This was the struggle and the
Em
hustle bout
Bm
We drowning and we climbing
through the ghetto
Outro 1
Trying to make it out
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Em
Bm
Em
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Em
Bm
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Trying To Make It Out
Big Noyd
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