Resume Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]We s[Am]ell liquid do[Em]pe
[Am](gang!)
Your lean man online [Em](Let'sget it!)
Damn
[Am][Em][Am]

[Verse 2]
[Em]
I was deep in the field on this street [Am]shit
Late night I was starving ain't [Em]eat shit
Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
[Am]Hanging with a lot of niggas
that was [Em]counterfeit
I was too real tote a blue steel
Had a deal, had a [Am]deagle
No deal, I was breaking packs
[Em]Had to feed [Am]and go kill,
post till I had M's
Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
[Em]I'm a real man
Studio 24 like a Laker [Am]fan
[C]Street shi[Am]t, had to tak[Em]e it in
One time out late I ain't [Am]take it in
I had to make amends
See [Em]you the red light
Creep on you with the [Am]red light
Strip a forty, getcha head right
[Em]I'ma side slide
[Am]Ion't know nothing I was on the
road doing shows so bye bye
[Em]Working naked like Wifi
Ion't know shit I can't tell on [Am]my guys
[Em]Smoking on this spinach game,
[Am]Popeye
And my niggas do a [Em]drill
Nigga up pipe call it show and tell
Y'all niggas [Am]bring it like imitating
[Em]Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
[Am]Going outside to these streets, [Em]yeah

[Verse 3]
This street [Em]shit ain't for [C]everybody [Am](no, [Em]no,
no,no,no)
So I'm tell [Am]this shit to everybody (no, no,
[Em]no,no,no)
So stay in [Am]yo lane [C](stay in yo
[Am]lane[Em])
You can't fit in [Am]with this
crowd (nah)
What's yo [Em]resume nigga? (what's your
[Am]resu[C]me?)
[Am]You ain't no [Em]killer (you ain't
no [Am]killer nigga)
I'm asking what's your [Em]resume nigga?
[Am](what's your resume nigga?)
I [C]heard you [Am]ain't no killer
(nah, nah, nah, nah)
Who with this street [Em]shit?

[Verse 4]
We was hugging them [Em]corners
Niggas snitching they inform[C]ing[Am]
Street [Em]shit was important
Back then I [Am]couldn't afford it
Yellow ice bitch [Em]stone Jeff Ford shit
They see how he spend
[C]ing them [Am]forges
Tryna rob me a [Em]M and a (?)
Or a [Am]storage place with no fifth
I'm talking 'bout [Em]arm and
[Am]hammer [Em]baking [Am]soda
[Em]If the block dry then I'm
taking [Am]over
[Em]Police they take it I'ma make [Am]it over
Give [Em]me a brick and I'ma
break it [Am]over
You [Em]ready, I'm ready
You with it, I'm with it
Let's get it, you talk [Am]but don't get it
Put D in that skil[Em]let
I'm tryna get millions
I'm tryna get [Am]rich
Shit rich
Talking [Em]drug money, blood money
I love money, I wanna hug money
But [Am]I got [Em]that, let's get it
You say you gotta [Am]bag, then I got that
I'm [Em]loyal to my niggas
[C]Out late night I b[Am]e st[Em]rugglin'
with my [Am]niggas
On them corners I be [Em]hustlin'
with my [Am]niggas
I'ma [Em]kill you if you fuck with
my [Am]niggas [Em](gang!)

[Verse 5]
This street shit ain't for [Am]everybody (no, no,
[Em]no,no,no)
So I'm tell this shit to [Am]everybody (no, no,
[Em]no,no,no)
So stay in [Am]yo lane (stay in yo
[Em]lane)
You can't fit in [Am]with this crowd
(nah)
What's yo [Em]resume nigga? (what's your
[Am]resu[C]me?)
[Am]You ain't no [Em]killer (you ain't
no [Am]killer nigga)
I'm asking what's [Em]your resume nigga?
(what's your re[Am]sume nigga?)
I [C]heard you ain't no [Em]killer (nah,
nah, nah, nah)
[Am]Who with this street shit?[Em]

[Outro 1]
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