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Preach Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Am]I tu[G]rned the preacher daughter[Am] bad,
I think I'm a dummy
These niggas know what up,
know I'm [C]bout whateva'
I'm in the streets I [Am]keep that heat,
you know I be steppin'

[Verse 2]
[Am]I miss the nawf just like my granny,
my heart in them trenches
[G]Yo' girl gone cheat on you[Am] for nothing
So I'm done with these bitches
I think about it every minute,
ain't stoppin' my mission
[Em]On my payroll I go[Am]t hittas [F]I pay
'em commis[Am]ion
Interrogated by detectives
won't tell 'em I did it
[G]I told Montana tha[Am]t I love him,
on Dave I meant it
Put 20 thousand on his head,
they catch him I send it
[Em]Get on m[Am]y knee on side the bed like "[F]father,
forgive me"
Was [Am]sellin' weed fucked up my profit,
I ain't make a dolla'
[G]The fame getting to [Am]my niggas,
I cut off my [F]partner[Am]s
Before I call on you,
I put my trust up in [Em]this [G]choppa'
Movin' like he [Am]can 't get touched real q[F]uick,
I bet I stop em'
Nig[Am]ga ain't give me shit but hand
out like I owe him something
I don't [G]give a fuck if [Am]we step together,
[F]I'll show you something
[Am]Bitches think they slick,
they all de[F]ceive so I'll never [Am]love em'
[Em]Bre was my first l[Am]ove but she
changed so [F]I'll never trust her
[Am]

[Verse 3]
This the files of a nigga who
ain't [G]neva' bleed
This the story [Am]of a child
who was in [F]them streets
[Am]Why the fuck I'm taking care of them?
They ain't do shit for me
[G]Why the fuck I'm showing
you so [Am]much love?
And bitch you leaving me

[Verse 4]
Keandre dead, the only thing [Am]I
think about is Tyler
[G]I'm full of pain and wak[Am]e up every
morning and I'm smilin'
They think I'm dumb
You got me fucked up I
got plenty knowledge
[Em]They don't give a fuck about how I[Am] feel
They [F]don't know my problems
Just [Am]'cause you around me,
I ain't forget bout everything you said
[G]I let some shots off in[Am]
the air for my niggas dead
Do anything in the world for you,
I'm livin' red
[Em]Showin' love to th[Am]em niggas
[F]they might bust my head
Mad [Am]'bout a gun,
but for a fact I won't do you nothin'
[G]Mad that I'm up but [Am]you remember
you ain't give me nothing
I ain't give up on my mission,
fuck you mean bitch I was steady hustlin'
[Em]Handin' all you [G]niggas [Am]money bitch
an[F]d I steady strugglin'
[Am]Montana know about my pain
and everything I told him
[G]I told him watch what he [Am]was saying,
but shit I had to fold him
Up in that cell bitch I was cryin' with no
one to hold [Em]me
Youngboy a soldier,
[Am]I remember wha[F]t my grampa told me[Am]
Batty bwoy if you cross I'ma take your life
[G]I'm full of drugs so I'm[Am]a
die if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil' brother and my
sons it's gone be alright
[G]NBA[Am] to the end, it's a way of life
Young nigga fillin' up his
arm with some heroin
[G]He was abandoned as [Am]a child
screaming red rum
You spell it backwards,
what that mean? Nigga murder
[Em]Livin' [Am]wrong or right,
trustin' nobody [F]'til the his time come
Yo' [Am]ex just exposed you,
now you mad like I was neva' here
[G]Where I come from I got[Am]ta keep this
bitch up on my hip
Momma' forgive me for all
the times I use to trip
[Em]Know its a purpose in th[Am]is
world [F]why I need to live
It [Am]ain't too long

[Verse 5]
Y'all don't give a fuck [Am]'bout me, bitch
[G]I did something for all[Am] y'all,
y'all got me fucked up
Out the flap I ain't gotta' smile
in nobody face
[G]Y'all tell me 'bout all y'all [Am]problems,
y'all don't ask how I'm feelin' huh?
Bitch I been feelin' like I'm finna die
Bitch I cry alone
[G]This for all the[Am]m young
niggas who gone
And all the people who miss they babies,
you heard me?
Fuck [G]everybody who ain't [Em]mine,
y'all [Am]ain't making my life no betta', gang

[Verse 6]
Young [Am]nigga fillin' up his
arm with some heroin
[G]He was abandoned as [Am]a child
screaming red rum
You spell it backwards,
what that mean? Nigga murder
[Em]Livin' [Am]wrong and right,
trustin' nobody 'til [F]the his time come
[Am]Batty bwoy if you cross
I'ma take your life
[G]I'm full of drugs so [Am]I'ma die
if I get caught tonight
Tell my lil' brother and my sons it's
gone be al[Em]right[Am]
NBA to the end, [F]it's a way [Am]of life

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