Chords for Haystack let's ride

_ _ _ _ _ Let me get a cigarette dawg.
_ _ _ [Gm] Check, check.
_ [Dm]
[Gm] Just let this beat ride for a minute.
_ Cool.
Quit fucking with the drones boy.
[Dm]
[Bb] Come on now.
Uh.
_ _ [Gm] Yeah.
[Dm] What it [Gm] is to truly go to war.
You know.
When two men say fuck it.
You know what I'm saying.
[Dm] Shit get [Gm] real serious.
_ He made it through surgery.
They took him into intensive.
When [Dm] they take him out [Gm] the machine.
If he simply keeps on bleeding.
He'll continue living.
If not he's leaving.
You never thought [Dm] you'd find such [Gm] relief.
In the sound of their fucking beeping.
As long as you hear their beeping.
He's just sleeping.
His mama standing by his bed saying.
Please Jesus could be your mama.
My mama's shit.
Any of us is mamas.
They gotta identify us before they can't embalm us.
We ain't wearing armor.
Bullets go through us like butter.
[Dm] Talking turns [Gm] to feuding.
Now we shooting at each other.
We thought it was your window.
But it was your younger brother's.
How the [Dm] fuck do you [B] intend to explain that to your mother.
You got people.
I [Gm] got people.
You got kids.
I got kids.
You got beef.
I guess we beefing.
And that's just the way it is.
You got life insurance motherfucker.
We'll be sold to I.
At least we know our children.
We took care of them when we died.
You got people.
I got people.
You got kids.
I got kids.
You [Bb] _
[Gm] _ got life insurance motherfucker.
We'll be sold to I.
At [Dm] least we know our [Gm] people.
We took care of them when we died.
It's a shady game.
I done seen some shady things.
He made [Dm] my homies house.
[Gm] Killed him in front of his babies.
Spent crazy days.
Filled with gauges and AKs.
We all make [Dm] the front page [Gm] someday.
He the cuffed or covered up.
The victim or the perpetrator.
[Dm] My city [D] cold like a [Gm] big old refrigerator.
On top of that you got these peda** messengers.
[Dm] Cheerleading and they ain't [Gm] getting paid bro.
They throw gas on the fire
every chance they get.
Like it just [Dm] makes they little [Gm] bitch ass panties wet.
Meanwhile, stack living bed.
Stack getting bread.
You [Dm] bopping your guzzle [Eb] about me while
stack getting head.
I ain't studying that [Gm] talking but I do have limits.
And I'm [Bb] sick of grown men who
act like women.
When they snap my mugshot [Gm] I throw that trademark grin.
Every [F] time I try to [Gm] leave I get pulled back in.
That's what I leave.
Well I got people, you got kids.
I got kids, you got beef.
[Bb] I guess we [Gm] leaving and that's just the way it is.
You got life insurance motherfu**er.
Well then so do I.
At least we know our children be took care of when we die.
That's right.
[Bb] Well I got people, you got [Gm] kids.
I got kids, you got beef.
[Bb] I guess we leaving [Gm] and that's just the way it is.
You got little homies motherfu**er.
Well then so do I.
At least [Dm] we know our children [Gm] be took care of when we die.
Well they automatically
got a motherfu**er problem and come and get it.
You just solve it like [Bb] gentlemen or what they got [Gm] like G's.
They are 15's and them 16's.
Drive-by shootings, home invasions.
When we feudin' ain't nothin' safe.
Get it off your chest or up to fake shit.
Dudes I rock with want me to fuck with scandalous shit.
You can't handle with banana clips.
Damn [Dm] that's deep.
Ain't it [Gm] though?
Shells explode.
Come out them windows motherfu**er.
Scurry like cantaloupes.
You know that [Bb] homie cold as ass.
Bigger [Gm] rounds of cantaloupe.
Well I got people, you got kids.
I got kids, you got beef.
I guess we leaving and that's just the way it is.
You got life insurance motherfu**er.
Well then so do I.
At least we know our children be took care of when we die.
Well [Bb] I got people, you got kids.
I got kids, you got beef.
I guess we leaving and that's just the way it is.
You got little [Gm] homies motherfu**er.
Well then so do I.
At least we know our people still be ridin' when we die.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _