Chords for Fox | 20th Century [Music Video]: SBTV (4K)

Good evening, a large [C]-scale police operation is underway in Birmingham [Ab] city centre tonight,
after a series of violent [Eb] disturbances.
Shops have been looted and windows [Bb] smashed by gangs of youths.
AMD.
Remember [Cm] getting cigs for two quid and couple rizzes for some [Ab] pennies?
Hunger in my belly.
YouTube [Eb] streaming got my face upon a telly.
Oh how the world's [Bb] changed.
Technology, now we some zombies to this world, [Cm] man.
Aye, these smartphones are forcing us to speak [Ab] less.
Rarely get a job and you a convict, shit, they [Eb] speechless.
Get it how I live it, I just give them real [Bb] lyrics.
Still I talk it from the way my eyes see it, no [Cm] gimmicks.
Aye, your jokes ain't funny, y'all can feel me having mood [Ab] cycles.
Tell you about my mental health, instead of shooting huge [Eb] rifles after a man alive.
Not only when they rapping, [Bb] G, whole life fraud.
Fuck it, I'll just keep it real.
[Cm] For free was cool in the cut until Jamar dropped me out.
[Ab] Worked tryna do music but he laughs with me now.
[Eb] I call that man my bredrin and he don't even know [Bb] it.
He motivated me, was about my money, now I'm [Cm] flowing.
I was risking all my freedom, brothers told me I was [Ab] decent.
Now I'm colder than the ocean.
Man, them gave me beats [Eb] and I want ice.
Frozen, levitate, [Bb] floating, meditate, smoking.
Sipping on that liquor [C] got me thinking it's a potion.
This my life, shit, I ain't [Ab] joking.
Add him in the back of van and smoked him till he [Eb] swollen.
RTM like young spray, we can do the [Bb] gunplay.
Man, we changing destiny, child, like [Cm] Beyonce.
I'm ready, feel it in my [Ab] fingers and my bones, shout my skelly.
We used to have it [Eb] messy.
The man ain't ever slept in a trap, they weren't [Bb] ready.
Little hay days, had myself looking [Cm] heavy.
I was keeping up a fox, gold bananas for a [Ab] monkey.
But that was back then, I'ma make it and live [Eb] comfy.
Never tryna trap the way I used to.
[Bb] Sleeping with cats, that's a no-go, like giving out them blue [Cm] clues.
Tell you about parcels and visits and [Ab] shit.
Trust me, you won't catch me out lying, you [Eb] trick, I'm slick.
Snakes ain't welcome in my [Bb] batch, though.
I need to cop some more bells for the [Cm] back blow.
The blowback damn nearly blew out my [Ab] eardrum.
And you won't find a rapper like me, I'm a rare [Eb] one.
And we the type to run upon him if he talks [Bb] a lot.
And we ain't going home like we love roads, all the talking [Cm] stops.
Fuck that, I ain't [Ab] scared of them.
Them man ain't got space for beef, they [Eb] vegetarians.
They couldn't test me on my bad day, [Bb] let alone my element.
It's not a lift the trunk like an [C] elephant.
I still run with white boys like [Ab] Eminem.
And anytime these people hear my flow, they say it's heaven [Eb] sent.
I just whip these beats up until the [Bbm] outro.
But shout out Potter, man, these [C] mixtapes shut down roads.
I just hope my tape does the same and get a deal [Ab] from it.
Cause I ain't doing this, it's fun, it's time to give [Eb] them it.
But shout out SVTV, they did it first.
[Bb] I beg they don't draw me out, cause [F] I'ma need a [Cm] church.
Confession box in a valley, he can feel my [Ab] pain.
Probably he gon' tell me y'all should medicate the [Eb] rage.
I got some issues that are ongoing, ongoing.
[Bb] Thinking I should rap about them, cause fans are unknowing.
[Cm] But they probably locked me up for that, so I ain't saying [Ab] shit.
And if they talking like it's drama, fuck it, I'ma stay with it.
[Eb] And they begging me for more like I ain't gave the man enough.
[Bb] I had to punch him in his face until my hand [Cm] was fucked.
I told my bro D that you gon' have to [Ab] handle this.
Mom's life making it bang like some [Eb] Hammersmiths.
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