Get Your Mind Right chords and lyrics - CHIEF KEEF

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Am]It's
not a trick question
Yeah I'm smoking dope
Walk through the door,
get your camera phones
[F]Come through, mechani[C]c shit
[Am]Get your hammers on
If you want a peace treat
Call my cellular phone
It's not a trick question
I don't fuck with opps
I don't rock with cops
I send a bunch of shots
[F]Some cops be coo[C]l because
they give [Am]me passes
Doing 110 in my car
They like "this nigga savage"
I got the Glock, Tony, Sosa I'm Sammy
I'ma dog and a lion bitch, I ain't Bambi
[F]Catch the bag like Ran[Am]dy
Long as this money [C]in it
She [Am]told me that her pussy tight
I fit my Johnny it
Fuck that bitch then I'm dipping
Yeah I'm really pimping
I'ma Kobe Bryant,
you's a Scottie Pippen
I got [F]my semi in it
[C]The club in Philly with it[Am]
Then I leave Philly with a
Bunch of silly bitches
Tricks are for kids,
you need a Doctor Kid
Cause when I'm done
stitching your ass
Don't let your mama see it
In [F]my 4K TV house,
[C]it's a b[Am]unch of shit
Come in here tryna hit a lick
Commercial get a bunch of beats
I'm cooling with the stars in the sky
Don't be fucking with my
dogs cause they bite
[F]I hop out looking like [Am]some raw in the pipe
Like it's Memorials Day, got on all white
I had a dream like Doctor King
What can you bring to the table?
I got lots of [F]things
[Am]I got Tom[C]mies, [Am]I got mobster things
Come through like a janitor,
we moping things
Forensics come check it out
Come in here won't make it out
Like new clothes, I lay it
Out, boy fuck around, get aired out
You play the shit [F]off, I play it out
You [C]mumble [Am]the shit,
nigga say it out
Shoot your ass like a lil mud dog
What the fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out
Pull up in a Hummer,
looking for some mamas
Know I ain't gon' fuck her
Cause he looks like his mother
[F]His baby mama cumming,
cum[Am]ming on my Johnson
[C]Cause I be doing numbers
Cause [Am]I be getting money
It's not a trick question
What you a magician?
I treat your block like a classroom
I'm [F]subbing it put your face on some rims
[C]Bitch I'm dubbing it
[Am]Told you my pistol was celibate
Don't fuck with it
I'm like a husky,
you're like a puppy
I'm sipping muddy all day and night
[F]I'm Kid Cudi
She got a buddy, [C]and she [Am]tryna fuck [C]me
[Am]Take that baby home with his
Pacifier then suck me
I got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights
Make your face camouflage,
you got troops
Right?
[F]This dope I'm smoking on,[C]
[Am]it smoke [C]like
Right?
You [Am]get it, that's a dope
line in Chicago
All white
Got a bitch named Moussi, she
give me coochie
This that Gucci, no this
ain't [F]no Coogi
[C]Free Gucci, get hit with [Am]the U[C]z i
[Am]Free T- Slick,
he come through with the toolie
Push your hairline, barber shop
I got a Jordan shot
You shoot like Chris Bosh
I was [F]smoking, I was leaning, [Am]leaning hard
I [Am]be leaning like I'm standing
on the bal[C]cony
[Am]Bang