Chords for 94' Ghost Shit - The Alchemist feat Westside Gunn & Conway

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[C#] I [B] can't relate to you niggas, your shit is not relatable
Grimy as of all time, that shit is [C#] not debatable Chop away with you, your vest can't stop
when I'm popping the K in you No matter what God you're praying to, I'm
not gonna play with you [F#] This shit is not for [C#] radio, I'm not complaining
though [E] Still headed to the top, a spot they said
was not [C#] attainable Because the way my face looks [B] from when the
niggas shot [Em] my cranial area How I'm still living, [F#] that shit is not [C#m] explainable
[B] Freedom niggas locked in cages who was getting blocks of Yale through
Them them niggas I dropped my pages to Them young niggas with 30 shot blocks still
flaming you Niggas who got multiple bodies before they
was 20 I [C#] can't relate to you
Ayo Machine, them [E] niggas not the same as you Them niggas playing crazy play, them niggas
not the same as you [C#] Bitch I got HK's with lasers [B] on the top to
aim at you Bitch I got AK's, I'm spraying boy you not
gonna make it through [C#m] the curtains Old [B] wall stuck rap nigga was talking reckless
On the internet and shit, that kind of shit I don't respect [C#] it
So you want to leave my name off of your records like Nina
While we walk through your checks, pumps in your chin while you necking
I'm respected by the OG's, [B] the gangsters and parolees
[E] I smoke the K2, they don't blow [F#] trees but [C#] sniff till they nose bleed
Cut off [E] your fucking wrist trying to get your role lead
You bitch niggas know me
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Ayo, _ you bottle [G] green with my chick clan Whip the teslax, I don't even stand
_ _ _ [B] Woo young, kick _ rocker, loaded man cup, hip [C#]
shopping
_ [E] I get the shawty from the drawers, talk to her
Another body finna fall, [C#] I'm all the product to the Tommy's in [E] the hall
Ain't good, I could write my name in cursive with the Tommy in the wall
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I put [B] buck 50's on the side of niggas jaws, they don't want problems at all
I know a lot of niggas soft, [C#] I _ gotta be your boss
Rocking Prada in the mall, not in my pocket, I got from Flippin' Raw
_ _ Whip [B] the white till the shit [E] floss, _ _ shit on my wrist cost a great [C#]
plus
Fifth top, run up on me, get your shit [E] bust, hit six plus times, got you zipped [C#m] up
Black [B] bag, that box like my last track, I turn my hat back, my young poppin' at your dad hat
That's facts, I had the bad cracks, just to have racks
Jumped off the porch, I live my life on the fast [C#] tracks
Had scraps, hid under the porch and where the trash at?
[E] Jackboys, kick your door down, where the cash [C#] at?
Woah, [E] I'm the scientist, not the lab rat
Machine bitch, blah blah, [D#] hashtag [C#] that machine
You battle green, my shit clan _ [G] Whip the teslax, I don't even [C#m]
stand
Woo, [C#] _ _ got me kicked out the, _ loaded mac up and kip shopping
_ When [E] these come out, Ronnie, _ my P.S. smelling like a pissy [C#] lobby
_ _ These [E] niggas on some ho shit, stacking on my face on some 94 gold [C#m] shit
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_ [G] Stacking on my face [B] nigga, _ [C#m] _
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on some 94 gold shit
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_ _ _ _ _ [B] Ha!
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