Chords for AdroitB3atz _Mission Statement 0.1(Official Music Video)

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_ I'm ready for the war, but they ain't need me no
_ _ _ _ _ Nobody king _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ around _ _ here, nobody king around here
I'm back [C] in the game but I never left [Em] I'm in the kitchen, I'm whipping the stove
I'm feeding my fans, that's why I never rest My nigga Dola, he whipping the jit Woo!
_ _ _ _ _ _ 150 on the road, _ _ _ _ cause you're 50 in [C] my bitch _ [Em] _ _ Nigga tell me what's beef
If he swear you, nah nah nah, let's cut it I'm whipping the devil's ass man
I'm on the run for money man You rap when you want to
Might go off to go fetch a two Yeah, the combo in the den is fire
Stories of rappers is fine Your papa or your father is fine
I'm telling you, I'm not lying You get a lot of boogies [C] but you never made
a dough [Em] Nigga you's a hoe, you a little hoe
You just [F#m] caught up in the little fam, that's for sure
[A] You ain't making money, [Em] you don't know how it goes
You [C] just got this little [Em] gold
_ _ Some men you would never really like
You just got this little gold _ _ _
Some men you would never really like
I'm a [C] cheater's person
_ [Em] _ _ Niggas be catching their feelings when you throw facts
They just want money but they put it where [C] cheaters pass
[Em] I _ be putting a lot of work, man I'm ready for the war
But don't you know _ Who? _ _ _
Nobody can
_ _ _ _ _ Nobody can know
_ _ _ _ Oh yeah, that nobody can ever Nobody can
It's funny [C] when broads be acting like [Em] hoes
So many shows but nothing to show
Ain't that ironic?
How could you make me famous when you're not even famous yourself?
Nigga sit down
I make more money than entire venreve Nigga keep calm
And tell that G-I nigga keep cutting hair
[C] Ain't no games my nigga
[Em] I'm ready for war my nigga
You ready?
I'm ready let's keep it 100
I got the sauce my nigga
I don't give a fuck about your hoes, your bros, your code, your fake ass grades and shit
All I know is that I speak facts, hit heads and keep down
I know that you feel this shit
I keep cutting hairs you call it my bro
You should sit down and be humble my bro
Don't forget the man you owe me little boy
_ _ Little boy, your whole [C] career's been a flight more
[Em] Getting airplane with no royalties
You should be learning from me boy
_ _ _ Cut your hair
You _ little bitch _ _
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