Chords for Dead Homies Calling

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[D] So much pressure on me daily, but I'm getting [Bb] through it.
[F] I got to turn [Dm] up for the ones that thought I couldn't do it.
Smoke bufondue to the face and off your hand you float.
I've been going through some things, I put it in my music.
Bring my brothers out the gym to give my bros [Bb] a nap.
[Am] Feel like I'm slipping [Dm] off the edge, I hope the Lord grab me.
Preaching out to God, feel like I'm [Am] falling.
I still hear my dead [Dm] homies calling.
Yeah.
Feel like this pain became my whole [Bb] life.
Before [Am] a bro died, it [E] got me thinking about my old [Dm] life.
Like back when shit was normal, I was innocent.
Now [F] it's cushion painkillers staring out this limo [Dm] tint.
Pistol in the sock, if I pop, gon' leave a fingerprint.
Up an echelon in my city, I'm the big event.
But give me space, I need breathing room.
Flaring with my anxiety, I might jump the broom.
Ever seen somebody lose they life right in front of [Bb] you?
Been through [Am] something crazy, [Dm] can't cope with what it done to you.
Where I'm from, we never make it, can't get comfortable.
[Am] Soon as you see success, that's when they come [D] for you.
No Blancolato, then a run [Bb] sedator.
[F] Bitch keep [G] nagging, got me looking out for someone [Dm] new.
Something different, I've been trying to switch the energy.
On these painkillers, cigarettes and Hennessy.
Elevated out of city where they rarely [Bb] do it.
[Am] Only up cus I did [Dm] everything they scared to do.
They don't never [Dm] keep in touch, so how they care for you?
[F] Cold world, close friends, [N] I had to bury two.
[D] So much pressure on me daily, but I'm getting [Bb] through it.
[F] I gotta turn up for the ones that thought I couldn't [Dm] do it.
Smoke the Fonzo to the face, I'm off the Henny float.
I've been going through some things, I put it in my music.
Free my brothers out the gym, they gave my bros [Bb] a nag.
[F] Feel like I'm slipping off the edge, I hope the Lord [Dm] grab me.
Preaching out to God, [D] feel like I'm falling.
I still hear my dead homies calling.
Them numbers double when the work ain't around.
I'm from a drug town, they getting [Am] right and pull [E] off a heist.
Before they come down, [D] alcoholic background.
[Dm] Grandpop passed it around, I see him now.
[Dm] Sipping yak in the clouds, Nickel Play Special backing him down.
Right to his abdomen, delay [Am] low and [Dm] nobody know.
Blowing extravagant, trying to speak to God, thinking I'm an accident.
I made a killing off the opposite of happiness.
This little homie got bagged again, back and forth.
I'm [Bb] looking like that's [F] just me.
Younger of course, [Dm] hustling raw.
Seem like every day I'm struggling more.
I got a phone call from a [F] dead man's number, have he bugging [A] for sure.
Headshot, close range, you a [Bb] target.
[Am] Gotta get it how you live, it ain't no [Dm] option.
Hope he open up them gates and say walk in.
I still hear my dead homies calling.
[D] So much pressure on me daily, but I'm getting [Bb] through it.
[F] I gotta turn up for the ones that thought I [Dm] couldn't do it.
Smoke a fine two to the face, I'm off the Henny flow.
I've been going through some things, I put it in my music.
Free my brothers out the gym to get my [Bb] bros a natty.
[F] Feel like I'm slipping off the [Dm] edge, I hope the Lord grab me.
Preaching out to God, feel like I'm falling.
I still hear my dead homies calling.
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