Fallen Soldiers Chords by Cormega

Yeah, yo, yo, [D] yo, yeah, man now [Am] Stan time to be like that one nigga [Dm] died
You wake up the next day
[Am] And that shit really hate you like that money won't be [D] my nigga no more
[Dm] Fuck me [Am] up time son
What?
[Dm] _ _ Yeah, [Am] yeah
Yeah, yeah, we've [D] left for our now.
I learned to dread tomorrow [Am] had to see my nigga
Yeah, me dead, but he could rest with honor [D] cuz he was prepping on his West for dollars
I was the [Am] one who took him uptown with someone in to measure powder [D] now.
I treasure our memories together
It's hard to [Am] believe I'm gonna never see you again
But I'm gonna [D] make you breathe with a pen so everyone can see you my friend [Am] and fly sneakers again
Life is sweet economy [D] when it ends.
I still remember you
[Am] Yo, _ my [D] side ain't complete no, I'm sorry for the argument
We have [A] a 12th over itself no one will let you a [D] seagull Joe as well
But we made up the same night [A] and through the years remain tight the same love [D] shame go back in the same night
Now that you've [A] gone.
I'm here
Did you [Dm] ever lose a nigga you love can ask yourself?
[Am] _
God forgive me [Dm] for feeling niggas with sluts and is it a problem?
[Am] We were telling me drop yo, did you [Dm] ever lose a nigga you love and ask yourself?
[Am] Is there a heaven for God forgive me [Dm] for feeling niggas with sluts?
And is it a problem [Am] we were telling me drugs?
Yeah, and tell my [D] cousin man
I'm not a fucking man.
I find it hard to [A] understand that you call on your physical form is [D] dormant
I'm lost like the bulls without Jordan.
Tell my [Am] man JV.
Oh, man, I say peace, bro, son
[D] I live a thug life clutch mice with the same [A] intensity that I use to judge right deep [D] breath without your funeral
Then I felt it and if [Am] I start crying when I rhyme I can't help it
[D] Analyze never think I forgot you tell you my heart [A] and even death can't keep this bull but the problem day [D] one
I'm writing cartoons and shoot and play guns.
[A] Whoever thought we see this day come tell my mom
I [D] miss her give her a kiss to tell her that I younger child [A] done a proud
I know she heard about me running.
Wow, [D] y'all going down for living in my memory
[A] You're falling soldiers sleeping in serenity.
Did you ever [Dm] lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself [Am] is there a heaven for God forgive me for [Dm] feeling niggas with sluts?
And is it a crime when [Am] we was building these drugs?
Did you ever [D] lose a nigga [Dm] you love and act yourself is [Am] there a heaven for God?
Forgive me for [Dm] feeling niggas with sluts and is it a crime when [Am] we was on drugs?
Yeah, she'll a black.
What up, my [G] nigga?
I know you dealing with my nigga.
[Am] It will inside a ghetto heaven building with a Mac [D] 11
Telling your jeans screaming infamous Queen [Am]
41st.
I can't you know me
I know the [D] OZ's a writer there pussy much tighter there [Am] navigator
It's been a shot a lot brighter.
Yeah, the [D] same old thing gun game and cocaine your brother [A] having a lot of platinum
Okay, son.
It's all [D] good in the hood.
I'm in the less the wood grain
[A] So it's never missed a good daily [D] departed
Let me acknowledge real niggas with a [Am] weather holding heater in it for cash some of y'all [D] less innocent
That's some of your life [Am] Columbia raw knocking on heaven's door
The [D] only thing my niggas ran from it like this low I [Am] reminisce your memory for you to see
I'll ever [Dm] lose a nigga you love then act yourself is [Am] there a heaven for God?
But God forgive me for [Dm] feeling niggas with sluts and is it a crime when we [Am] was dealing these drugs?
Did you ever [Dm] lose a nigga you love and act yourself is there [Am] a heaven for God?
God forgive me for [Dm] feeling niggas with sluts me and is it a crime when we [Am] was telling me drug?
What up?
[Dm] Call my nigga
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