Chords for eightball & MJG - all in my mind

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_ [Bm] _ _ [C] They told me to come clever, [D] whatever, it don't make [Em] it so new, so I be who I be, [G] and
do what I gotta do.
I'm [D] one of the few, the proud [G] and the pimpish, in this [Bm] business I'll be the swiftest when
I kick this.
As [D] if you didn't know it's thorough [G] from that sloth camp, best vamp chick will get licked
like a mail stamp.
[D] Amps and beats, techniques are [Bm] what I come with, and [G] gangsters and pimps and ballers
is who I fuck with.
Fuck [D] nobody's safe, wait I see demons in the mirror, [G] wicked as fuck millin' like a murderin' killer.
[F#m] Witness I'm on the [Bm] defense like Johnny Glock, now [G] give up your face, make love before this
Glock hits the proper spot.
[D] Blocks on phones, they won't leave they [Em] homes even through cracks, cause slacks be comin'
back from all that past crap.
Strap [Bm] on your bull crew vest and combat boots, it's nigga nigga day.
And this time we gon' bomb on [D] you, baby blue eyes, disguise that's [G] wise, made me lose my
nine five, got myself a four five.
I'm aiming pray [D] and not playin' with a bird of [Bm] prey, these the murder days, so [G] many niggas
must come wicked, [Bm] we the herd of ways.
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_ _ [F#] _ _ [G] I see one, [D] two, niggas [G] actin' live, three seconds pass, boy I blast with my four five,
six shots, [D] seven cops just to take a [Bm] fall.
[G] Nine witnesses reported all the shit they recall, everlasting, [D] lasting, niggas [Bm] runnin'
fast when buckin', [G] got em buckin', puttin' suckers in the past tense.
I be [D] the holder of the gap, that boy [E] shall not run, a [G] psychic can see such a future for
[Bm] my mama's son.
Nigga [D] breathtaking, the overweight [Em] troublemaker, [G] fake chick breaker, Tennessee [C#] earth quaker,
[Bm] shaking grounds when I'm walkin', smokin' fat [G] onion.
I get lit, then beat the shit out [Bm] of Paul Bunyan, [D] fightin', clash of the titans on [G] your
dial, I'm gettin' glitched, kickin' on Matusa, [C#] doggie style.
Word G, you heard me, the wicked bitch [G] nerve me, now I'm playin' soccer, gotta kick her
to the curb, G, [D] but she's not with it, put a spell on [G] the fat mac.
I hate snakehead hoes, but I can't help but to go back, [D] I sound like a fiend every time,
it's [Bm] the last time, [G] could this be reality or all in my mind? _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] Spill nines like fluid, do it like [E] some G's, they know me from [G] Colombian streets to Portuguese.
I got [D] more scratch than fleas, I got [G] more gats than D's, hop out the tower, nigga steady
slingin' crack to fiends at ease.
[D] Take a look at some black [G] G's, scotin' the president, take over residence like Black
King, fat [D] G's with fat keys, [Bm] rep ease [G] on your properties, poppin' me for my black G's.
I have a cracker on [D] my throat and my fingers still [Em] itchin', visions of [G] killings and then
the strap starts [C#] spittin', hittin' the prayer, [Bm] blottin' payback on the devil, [G] a rebel and
a mason is what you snakes facin', [D] chasin' traitors with my data, cause a [Em] hater should
be caught, [G] and be game when it's bein' taught, ought to [Bm] feature this a boss [E] lyricist, seein'
[G] niggas takin' shots and them same niggas [D] gettin' hit, ripped the GIF and got fam like [G] Gotti,
[Em] Hitler like Hobbes, killin' [D] everybody, lift my head, grip the bed and I check the time,
[G] it's all a dream, a scene in my fuckin' mind.
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_ [G] _ _ [F#] _ 280 pounds [D] of hate, every damn day I have to [G] test off, 25 lighters on my dresser, yes
sir, breakfast bein' [D] served by a hoe that look like [G] Peanuts, she grabs my every wish
and keeps her tight ass bikini, teeny, tiny [Bm] as a Barbie doll, so I'ma [E] say, she all up
in my [G] house but I still ain't that pussy yet, I give [D] props to my butler, cause [E] he know that
[G] I know on and down, oh he's a chief and [Bm] motherfucker for ya, as I [D] flip through my calendar, I [Bm] spot
a winner, invoking [G] three more freaky hoes wanna [B] have dinner, but I can't [Bm] do it cause
my schedule just too [E] tight, I [G] just phone Winston Jones, he says he needs my [Bm] help tonight, he
wanted [D] me to pick the strong from the [Em] wimps, the players with them [G] lips and make a song
called We Are The Pimps, [Bm] I call Bob, Bob call the [E] crew, we [Bm] met up at the penthouse in Paris
rounds, who do, you know to go through the fence, if you [G] don't then move on cause you
ain't got no home in this residence, [Bm] it's evident that I'm daydreamin' high all the
[G] time, every last line all in my [Bm] mind. _ _
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