Chords for Free My Soul

_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] I got _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Gm] my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci [D] shoes.
Mama, I made it.
[A] I got those truthy [Eb] vows.
And keep some groovy hoes.
[Gm] I got that old school with those [Dm] Lambo doors.
But I'm not a real man.
I'm [D] scared it all [Eb] ain't enough to free my [Gm] soul.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ Lord, mama, I [Gm] made it.
Fuck what they talking.
No, it ain't about [Eb] talent.
It's no longer an art.
Niggas piss on your canvas and [Gm] parade.
OK, so you paid the way.
But I rolled the road farther than [D] you rolled before.
But still, you blocked the road some more.
I'm on my last leg, and they passing me [Eb] by.
But the sign, it say, I wrapped the E in both of my thorns in the sky.
Damn, [Gm] what will my time come?
Should I just sell dope for money?
[D] Cars, clothes, and hoes?
Because they say that's the best [A] smoke.
Till a nigga run up on you and [Eb] unload.
Because he po'ed.
And you shine just like the moon glow.
[Gm] Stunting in your Bentley, but it cost you your soul.
When God come to [D] collect, I hope you got what you owe.
Mama, I [Gm] made it.
I got my chain now.
_ [Cm] I got that [Eb] Benz too.
I [Gm] got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci [D] shoes.
Mama, I [Gm] made it.
I got those truth and [Cm] foes.
I keep some groovy hoes.
[Gm] I got that old school with those [D] Lambo dons.
But I'm scared it all [Eb] ain't enough to free my [Gm] soul.
_ _ _ [D] _ Mama, I made it.
Forgave [Gm] a dreamer, wishing on a star for [Eb] help.
I give a nigga food for thought.
He'd rather starve himself [Gm] apart from wealth.
I think it was the shine that got us blinded.
Not sure of what [D] we reading when we sign it.
A life away.
They say ignorance is bliss.
Well, [Eb] I'd like to stay.
The game is just not records and real shit.
They don't like to play.
[Gm] You ghetto famous to us.
You just go jangles with them.
Tap [D] your feet, tip your brim, and sell it back to your kin.
I don't rap.
I spit hymns.
My [Eb] God's bigger than them.
Trying to blacken your heart and say we children of [Gm] men.
I sin because I ain't perfect, but I'd rather [D] save your life than hurt it.
Mama, [Gm] I made it.
I got my chain [Eb] now.
I got that Vans too.
[Gm] I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci [D] shoes.
Mama, I made it.
I got those truth and [Eb] foes.
I keep some group [Gm] hoes.
I got that old school with those [D] Lambo does.
But I'm scared.
It all [Eb] ain't enough to free my [Gm] soul.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ No, mama, I made it.
All the things I'm [Eb] fighting for.
Oh, Lord, don't get me where [Gm] I'm going.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ Now, what if I don't see the [Eb] signs in time?
Oh, Lord, I'm praying that [Gm] you show me.
_ _ _ _ [D] Mama, I [Gm] made it.
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[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [D] I feel sorry for you, kid.
You're smart.
You take care of yourself.
There's nothing you can do for anybody else.
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