Under My Feet chords by Stack Bundles

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Verse 1
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Yo  this shit is crazy man
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Big shout out going out to
them hard wipers
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Bang Bang Cocaine Gang
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My nigga Opochino what up
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Ayo Bugs what's good my nigga
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This is my life on music
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You already know
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Everybody out with farm rock
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Nigga I'm in the grove
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I promise I'm bringing it home
Chain swinging like the single of foam
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Smell me like I'm cologne
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Crack game where I get and belong
But I couldn't leave them numbers alone
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The hustle roll on my bones
Give me a check,
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I get her out of her zone
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Little fellatio, I show her how to perform
I'm in search of the perfect song
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It was written before I  wrote it
So tell me how the fuck could I be wrong?
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Look, cock mouth fuckers,
I'm gone
Literally lost in music
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Nigga, I was forced into it
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No other option, forced to do it
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So I treat rap like my mom's crackin' habit
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I abuse it
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Won't let you see me
on a wild crusade
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Chose a  road less traveled
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Check the difference it made
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I done cracked the code of life
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Crack loaded in pipes,
craps rolled with dice
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Rap flows, no measurable price
Cash flows, escrows, numbers precise
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Regrets never had a day in my life
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Niggas couldn't live a day in my life
Nigga, we nothin' alike
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Stuck in the hype and bluff on the mic
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I'm in  a race with time
I'm out runnin' the clock
Shotgunnin' the drop
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The Glock ready to pop
The Kings runnin' the spots
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The block runnin' the cops
Tryna get my operation to stop
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But I'm never hard in the song
You can feel my pulse in the beat
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The industry is too close to the streets
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So I'm trapped in a world
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where I'm clutching my heat
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Hoping the Lord don't take his earth
from under my feet
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I   put my heart in this song,
you can feel my voice to the beat
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The industry is too close to the streets
So I'm trapped in a world
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where I'm clutching my  heat
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Hoping the Lord don't take his earth
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from under my feet
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This rap shit fell in my lap,
the crack shit fell in my crib
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That shit I swear to my kid,
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more pussy punks running your jibs
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Not spewing the truth,
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type of shit'll get you killed in the booth
I'm the young havelot that
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hung with the have -nots
Mama on crack rockin',
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poppin' a cell block
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Want me to speak on my  struggles
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I don't know what that shit mean
All I ever did was bubble
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Streets really held me down
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Kept fresh clothes, did a few dance shows
So I fucked the best hoes,
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moved my decimal
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One, two, three points to the right
Ever since, shit's been right
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But you know about livin' the life
So good in the hood
Every day was like Christmas night
Look, I weighed my odds
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Got scale on a scale
I'ma sell what I sell
Or bail on bail
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Never locked in  a cell
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Boxed and locked in a jail,
I own the prize so I gotta prevail
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Ain't got time to farewell, maybe I do
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Been killin' them since a teenager,
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in my clean major
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Mr. Valley Streams, I got the green acres
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Don't hate me dawg, I'm bout paper,
y 'all eight -balled shavers
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And I'm the hustler savior,
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cause I'm sellin' them double -ups
Get your crew, huddle up, get your packs
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Bring it back to the block with it,
I'm bringin' it home to the rockers