Chords for Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist & Rick Ross - Scottie Beam (Visualizer)

_ I don't [F#m] have a phone, _ but it's on the [C#m] motherfucking phone
The bitch talked to you though, right?
It's like, let's go see
They been [G#m] kinda driving here
I don't know the shit, I [F#m] gotta drive it
Run this on the [C#m] motherfucking air
Is that Marilyn?
Yeah KJ
Bitch K [G#m] Yeah, yeah
The revolution is [F#m] the genocide
Yo, your execution will [C#m] be televised
Don't cross me like Isaiah, that shit be ill-advised
Dark horse, rap black shit, they got [G#m] me vilified
Castrated niggas and they feelings on [F#m] IG
Won't ever let this industry [C#m] demasculinize me
I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me
Threw my F in the stash, I think them crackers [G#m] behind me
He pulled me over, I asked him, yo, what's [F#m] the problem, sir?
I swear to duck the potholes, man, I had no [C#m] option, sir
Just let me go, cause my license insurance proper, sir
[A] I hate to be on the run for smoking [G#m] an officer
We was fussing at police before Queen and Slim, [F#m] that's on the fin
Let off 50 shots of the squad car and get [C#m] in the wind
Told the Gary police in 05 that I got more guns than them
Get the feds if you want a war and they sent them [G#m] bitches in
The revolution is the [F#m] genocide
Yeah, my execution might be [C#m] televised
Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a fuck
Hooks shot a hole like Kareem, but I never [G#m] leave the bus
Sick with the acne and Jack, pouring three [F#m] liters up
It hurts to say I miss you, the real ones always be [C#m] leaving us
Caught up in the moment, most niggas folding or freezing up
Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set [G#m] Jesus up
Yeah, the revolution is this [F#m] genocide
Made a sex tape with your bitch, that pussy [C#m] televised
Thug nigga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams
Fucking hell of thoughts, but I really want me a [G#m] Scotty Beam
Shit was different when Mike left, and it was [F#m] Scotty Team
X won't take me back without me, the bitch with the [C#m] God of Rain
The revolution is this genocide
Tell the ho she don't know nad, trick daddy, [G#m] slip and slide
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [G#m]
You need a dictionary when you write [F#m] your raps
Or to the penitentiary just for a [C#m] hunnid sec
I had a vision back when I was fishing for a bass
But they won't listen to you in your kitchen, count [G#m] cash
I got the dollars, motherfucker, nigga, credit [F#m] scope
Big bag of chronic like I'm sacking up at [C#m] Interscope
My pistol polish, any problems, I'ma pull that hoe
Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my [G#m] pinnacle
Bitches looking at me, sure they wanna see [F#m] my soul
Call my jury on, she only see [C#m] my gold
I'm praying for my guys, pray you sing along
I fuck bitches in my ride, I never bring [G#m] them home
She see just how I ride and slip her [F#m] panties off
He want it worn till they hit him with a [C#m] cannonball
Sparks blip, raw kicks I get from Clark Kent
Common sense, no Prince, strictly to mob [G#m] hits
XL weed shipping from the [F#m] West
My brain begin to seize when I'm needing [C#m] rest
Kobe Bryant when we speaking very fast
I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me [G#m] next
_ _ _ [F#m] _ Ain't shit without a dollar, [C#m] yeah
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
Bro, that's all a motherfucker, [G#m] yeah
Bro, that's all a motherfucker, [C#m] yeah
All a motherfucker, [F#m] yeah
You ain't shit without a dollar, [B] yeah
Bro, that's all a motherfucker, [E] yeah
Bro, that's all a motherfucker, [A] yeah
All [G#m] a motherfucker, yeah
All a motherfucker, [G#] yeah
All [D#m] a motherfucker, yeah
[B] All a motherfucker, yeah
All a motherfucker, yeah _ _ _ _ _ _ _