Chords for ChillinIt [Road Rage] | JDZmedia

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[Gm] Everybody talk bout how they got the guns and drugs but don't [Eb] got none
I came here to change the [Gm] station, be myself
You can't be me, [Ab] jump on tracks and write raps to beef [Gm] me
Don't talk smack if your iron lacks graffiti
[D] Think back, rewind [Gm] that, believe me, easy
20 minutes after pour, cop [Eb] rocks on the all stop last resort
[Gm] Young Adler jumps on the back car, throws up [Eb] 420 fam on the [Gm] guardi door
Kill Satan, go ask the lord, [Eb] find out what I ordered a casket [Gm] for
Throw freeze online, that's basketball, in [D] the alley like oops, [Gm] pass the ball
I could dunk these pills in [A] a heartbeat, I [Eb] just stacked 10 bills in my last week
[G] If you wanna get skills come ask me, I got [Eb] enough bars I could bar you a bar
Jay Wright [Gm] you a bar but you [A] couldn't out bar me
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Underrated in safaris with the warfare like Gaddafi
Said I ain't no [D] Mahatma Gandhi, I [Gm] run the army, 10 G's thereabouts
[Ab] Cops asking my mum for my [Gm] whereabouts
Telling 420 fam till I wear it [C] down, weighing 420 grams and I air it [Gm] out
Urgh, Adidas [C] tracksuit's my top, and [Abm] that brand new Izzy on my [Gm] iPod
And I'm still getting dizzy on [D] my nights off
Still [G] getting jiggy with the beauty and the lights [Gm] off
Cause MC's wanna touch my spot, [Eb] they're the MC they can fuck right off
Puff my pot, fuck my [Ab] thoughts, bare MC you can [Gm] fuck right off
Party, we like to party, [Eb] we ain't no [Gm] vengaboys
We bend the boys, I still don't surrender boys, defend [D] the boys
I kill shots, [Gm] then deploy attention, oy, I get the coins
[Eb] Head's fucked up, sesh to avenge the boys
[Gm] De Niro you act like pretender boys, [Ab] need logies
Don't act like you know me, [Gm] blow me, spit real from the dome [Eb] lad
Wake up Winfield in a cone [Gm] pack, I spit raw rapping for the throwback
Then I make a triple [D] orgasm on a Kodak, I get jaw spasms from a coke [Ebm] bag
Keep raw cabbage for a [Gm] smoke patch, I roll in peace, rap [Eb] god's got a hold of me
Lord [Gm] take me away, lord take me away, [Eb] lord take me away
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_ [G] _ _ _ [Gm] The blood's sweet like chilli, that's red rock
Deli [Ab] soda breath, I got the headshot ready for the head [Gm] top
Came and he repped the 420 but the meth [Eb] rock
Making him shake just [D] like jelly, [Gm] I'm a real one
I don't fuck with ice, too [Eb] smart for the shot
[Gm] Wanna go homestone, be the hundred type
And make [D] money on roads while I [Gm] fuck my wife
She goes crazy, cause the fucks are right, we make [Eb] babies
You know blunts are nice, I feel [Gm] wavy
You gotta cop with ice, [Eb] off chops, this a hell of a life
[Gm] Like, any second we could die now
[Eb] Probably why I'm getting high now
[Gm] Probably why I keep the snusher on me
Till I'm hitting [D] chronic and I ride out
[Gm] Right now, [C] off and on, off and on, on long flights now
Need to lie down, pressure on my mind
Swear to god, sick of lies now, don't lie now
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me real good, this is my town
Australia, where you make the cunts
And we blaze it up, 420 [Cm] fam, see what I'm about
Fuckin' oath, bro _ _ _