Chords for Baby Keem - trademark usa (Official Audio)

_ I can't help but feel neglected Changing up the schedule, your calendar refreshing
[Cm] Time passing, we [Eb] move on, nobody says [Ab] shit How I'm supposed to act [G] when my morals ain't respected?
[Eb] How you supposed to act when your feelings ain't protected?
[Ab] Cash some checks just [G] to get some neck and some [Eb] necklaces What's next?
More turbulence, praying on this [Ab] plane Success, got a taste of it, never was the [C] same
Trademark on that pussy, trademark in my brand new bitch
Yeah, duh, hold up, blood, hold up, cuh, hold up, sis
L-I-C to Glock, and I LLC my bitch Ask me to rock, I go crazy on my kids
Had to tell my grandma sit back, relaxing shit
Make nigga buy her house and car, she's off the list
Fake nigga talking bout he rich but barely is
Agent figures jumping off the stage and tell the kids
[B] Sing it out the shooter, take the shooter to the bridge
Dropping out of school, got deposit on the crib
[C] Popping out on Instagram, I only post my bitch
I don't need your input, get your two cents off my pic
[B] Generation money, type of money, dying rich
And I wanna say, shout out to the dead, now I flex
[G] Shout out to the dead, to the dead, to the dead
Shout out to the dead, to the dead, [Ab] to the dead
Shout [C] out to the dead, to the dead, to the dead
Shout out to the dead, to the dead, to the dead
I'm sick of you niggas not taking the risks
I'm taking revenge and taking my course
I kill like a pea with your mother, my sister
My tolerance low, I don't tolerate force
I am the one, I rose and followed the score
I got a little, I keep it low-cold
Your nigga not ready to settle the war
[B] Your nigga not ready to stop being ho
Your nigga not ready to open the doors
You nigga running, take off with the door
You nigga not really the richest on 4th
You nigga not ready to deal with the sacrifices
And instead, you're passing the torch
Cause check the surveillance camera at the cemetery
See me dancing on all of your [F] corpse, go _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Ay, E38, got pulled over twice, had to go and switch plates
Bitch don't think shit's sweet, I'm the same baby game in 48 states
I played charades with the bank, just net 10 million, now I'm back with the rate
And I'm going home with the loot, mama going home with the coupe
I'm a hot girl
_ A hot girl _
I'm a hot girl
Make me lose my mind now
A hot [D] girl
I took the light, then hopped on a flight
I cannot look towards your jaded advice
I took the torch, I quit being nice
I took the torch, now I gotta fight
You niggas in pose, so quick to make moves
You're biting your flows, a big appetite
I look at the hoes, they not at your shows
I look at your shawls, they Oprah white
You gotta be nimble, I'm quick like a fox
I [Dm] don't move in silence, this shit is abrupt
I'm VVS'd [D] up, precise in the cut
Did she get a night?
It's not about me
As long as she good, don't worry about me
I'm telling my friends that she not a freak
My new nail [Dm] long is capping it strong
And she not afraid to get on one knee
I'm back at the crib, my memory deep
I think about my mom, baby Hakeem
She got the tatted before I could read
I'm spiritual now, I pray in my sleep
20 years long, I never had dad, but that was a fraud
I had to be tough, 20 million, [D] that's not enough
Don't ask no [Bb] questions, just go at it, uh
I took the life, the sacrifice
[A] I sacrificed [D] everything I need
I could probably fuck these bitches in my sleep
Young nigga, [Dm] now the hustle and the peas
Stressedin' about money, tryna have a thing
I was a uncle crib by [D] 14
Can't get through to mama, [F] cause she'd rather drink
Facing the vision by the [D] 13th
I was 15
I was 16
I was 15
[Dm] I was 16
I was 15
I was 16
I was 15
I was 16
_ I'm a hot girl _
A hot girl
I'm a hot girl
[D] Name all my man
A hot [Dm] girl
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