Chords for AZ - The Wheel ft. Jahiem (Official Music Video)

_ Yeah, it's time, Black.
It's time.
[F] _
[Bb] You feel that magnetic, right?
_ _ Let's get em.
[Db] And we're all just folks in a big ol' wheel.
Whole thing turnin', tryna roll [Fm] uphill.
[Bb] Twist that cap, nigga, pop that [Bbm] steel.
If the pup don't get him in the cocaine wheel.
[Db] And you know, and you know, and you know,
that it's real, yeah.
_ [Fm]
[Bb] But you don't know, you don't really know,
how to feel.
[F] _ _
[Db] Trust is costly.
Ain't life a bitch, girl, [F] just divorce [Bb] me.
Timepiece frosty.
That's why you only get one chance to cross [Db] me.
Tricks are sussy.
Three different chicks, one caramel [F] mocha [Bb] coffee.
Heaven help me.
Cause I'm still caught in the [Db] wheel.
Luxury car livin', I'm out of hop,
and the album's droppin'.
Duce champagne, that [F] Henny [Bb] balance poppin'.
Processing the accolades of life.
Calculating the hate, evaluating the prices.
[Db] No, I'm style alone, I can carry my own.
Calm demeanor, though with various tones.
[F] I base hell [Bb] when your features is as fresh as your sneakers.
You age well from the Reaper,
LRV for buffers that make bell.
[Db] Won't tell.
Been through it, been influenced, been a student.
Bossed up, [F] there's been a [Bb] movement.
Can't stop it.
Rockin' chains and flying objects.
Frames over the optics.
I refrain the [Db] gossip.
Gotta get it.
It's vivid, defining physics.
For mine and critics, my kind [F] is exquisite.
[Bb] Respect first, then we focus on net worth.
That's how I work from the dirt when it's thirst and death.
[Db] And we're all just spokes in a bigger hole.
Real, whole thing turnin', tryna roll [Fm] up.
[Bb] He'll twist that cap, nigga, pop that [Bbm] steel.
The pub don't get him in the cocaine wheel.
[Db] You know and you know that it's real.
Yeah.
_ [Fm]
[Bb] But you don't know, you don't really know.
That's how the [Bbm] feel.
_ [Cm] _
[Db] Kids in the dope bodies be poppin' the most molly.
Provoke homies, that's why it's cocked and [F] close by [Bb] me.
Clear vision, never stare, my ears listen.
I hear different, it's a scarce weird condition.
[Db] Move dole-y, send whoever, he can't hold me.
Dance like Durant on the court, a [F] young Kobe.
[Bb] Sun cozy, backspin, I'm passed in.
What I spill can make a ice grill nigga crack a grin.
[Db] Gotta school him, too many fraudulents to fool him.
One [Bbm] to him, or the police or [F] I'ma do him.
[Bb] It's dysfunction, in the mix, don't miss nothin'.
From crack flips to now rap shit, it's just [Db] hustlin'.
Follow suit, find a circle on alley-oop.
And you too can hop in for Varvys [F] and outtie groups.
[Bb] King-status, throw from dreams, the same lavish.
But anything attached to a fiend could bring that.
[Db] And we're all just spokes in a bigger hole.
Real, whole thing turnin', tryna roll [F] up.
[Bb] He'll twist that cap, nigga, pop that steel.
And the pup don't get a million cocaine.
[Db] And you know, and you know, and you know, that it's real.
Yeah.
_ [Fm]
[Bb] But you don't know, you don't really know how to [Bbm] feel.
_ [Cm] _ _
[Db] _ The saga continues.
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