Chords for Hopsin - ILL MIND OF HOPSIN 5

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98.1 bpm
Chords used:

Fm

Bb

G

Db

F

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Fm]
[G] [Db]
[Bb]
[C]
[Fm] Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I become a [G] freak of nature, [Fm] all the kids stare at
We walk around bumping raw with the shit blaring
Saying fuck school and [G] dropping out [Fm] like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed, and I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
[G] Making your [Fm] common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around [Bbm] here ain't never [Fm] had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotten from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, [G] life's not as [Fm] complete
You having sex with every motherfucking body you see
With a past so dark that Satan [G] would jump out of [Db] his seat
We'll steer you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow [Bb] the sheet
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
[Fm] While your favorite [C] rapper's like, yeah he got it from me
You [Fm] been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to live in
When I say the word fun, what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang [Bb] bump a new [Db] edition
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you're a [Ebm] fucking idiot
[Fm] I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing the ball?
Well let me guess, no
You're lonely in school because your parents make you go
And all you do is play beat and pong and hang out [G] with your bros
[F] Yo, society's got you living for a whack
Cause you a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play pong
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you keen [Bbm] for the glamorous fruits you [Fm] don't have
Cause you are the last rapper [F] to do
And all they say is I got money [Bb] and it's stacked to the roof
And [Fm] now you think that it's gonna magically just happen to you?
How?
Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, dry it out and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your [Ebm] bullshit's a [Db] hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all [Bb] cause you can't provide
Your [Fm] friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit [C] off of the tree, make the [Fm] sacrifice
Girls, stop acting like you wanna God with traits like [G] Romeo
Bitch, [Fm] that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up, tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half naked with your ass shaking
Clue in the lowlife nigga who claiming cash
Make it till you let him hit, find out he [Bm] work at the gas [Fm] station
One of them niggas got you pregnant
Now you can't raise it, but you caused it
Your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo to act patient
And start frontin' like he in the club posted in the back waiting
It's the club
Where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few Coronas
They [F] always shouting and wild out
[Fm] Where habits that barely keep you going
Then they look for beautiful brainless [Bbm] bitches like Oedipal
Then [Db] when they leave you, you cry [Bbm] and cry
[Db] Talking about, oh my God, I can't [Bb] find a guy
I've spent so [Fm] many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth?
I should die
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to fineness is to stop searching
Try a new formula cause your last one's not [F] working
The term real [Fm] nigga's publicly used
And I need to know what it means
Cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tooth?
With nothing to lose?
Or something to prove?
To homies up in your crew?
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot?
And brag about how you done been shot, stabbed like it's fun to be you?
But your life's a struggle, right?
And you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, [Bb] you just stuck in the loop
[F] Man, why do black people gotta [Fm] be the only ones who can't evolve?
Cause you in the streets acting like Indiana Thawes
Clear you can't stand the law
You lost within the planning dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you
Cause if we out in public, you're gonna get caught stealing some shit
And get my ass in trouble too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and smarting shit with anybody
You ain't mucking, look [Db] at you
A real nigga thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for [G] guys who were like [Bb] you
Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spearhead right [C] through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right [Fm] move
Your real nigga talk seems vogue
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows
And his future doesn't seem hope
A real nigga stays out of jail, handle [F] shit and he keeps focus
So all you rappers whose soul is out in the [G] lung
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this [Fm] song
You go to power on the lung, go roam around in the [Bb] slums
See this is what happens when [Fm] rap's overpowered with love
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your [Db] tongue
The man above is my guide, he know the power is [Fm] strong
All you menacing prints are only in it for cheese
And the man's control limit was breached
[B] Fuck [Fm] hip hop
They only in it for cheese
And any eyewitness can see
[Bb] They purposely [Fm] making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you
I ain't only here to [Bb] benefit me
[Db] Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard
And sometimes I struggle [Bb] trying to reveal mine
I can [Fm] guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be [C] willing to journey into my [F] ale mind
[Fm]
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Fm
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Bb
12341111
G
2131
Db
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F
134211111
Fm
123111111
Bb
12341111
G
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To learn Hopsin - Ill Mind Of 5 chords, grasp the musical fabric of the song with this sequence - Bb, Fm, G, Fm and Db of chords. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 49 BPM and then match the original tempo of 98 BPM. With the song's key of F Minor, set your capo to fit your vocal range and chord choice.

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[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Db] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Fm] Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I become a [G] freak of nature, [Fm] all the kids stare at
We walk around bumping raw with the shit blaring
Saying fuck school and [G] dropping out [Fm] like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed, and I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
[G] Making your [Fm] common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around [Bbm] here ain't never [Fm] had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotten from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, [G] life's not as [Fm] complete
You having sex with every motherfucking body you see
With a past so dark that Satan [G] would jump out of [Db] his seat
We'll steer you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow [Bb] the sheet
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
[Fm] While your favorite [C] rapper's like, yeah he got it from me
You [Fm] been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to live in
When I say the word fun, what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang [Bb] bump a new [Db] edition
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you're a [Ebm] fucking idiot
[Fm] I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing the ball?
Well let me guess, no
You're lonely in school because your parents make you go
And all you do is play beat and pong and hang out [G] with your bros
[F] Yo, society's got you living for a whack
Cause you a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play pong
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you keen [Bbm] for the glamorous fruits you [Fm] don't have
Cause you are the last rapper [F] to do
And all they say is I got money [Bb] and it's stacked to the roof
And [Fm] now you think that it's gonna magically just happen to you?
How?
Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, dry it out and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your [Ebm] bullshit's a [Db] hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all [Bb] cause you can't provide
Your [Fm] friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit [C] off of the tree, make the [Fm] sacrifice
Girls, stop acting like you wanna God with traits like [G] Romeo
Bitch, [Fm] that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up, tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half naked with your ass shaking
Clue in the lowlife nigga who claiming cash
Make it till you let him hit, find out he [Bm] work at the gas [Fm] station
One of them niggas got you pregnant
Now you can't raise it, but you caused it
Your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo to act patient
And start frontin' like he in the club posted in the back waiting
It's the club
Where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few Coronas
They [F] always shouting and wild out
[Fm] Where habits that barely keep you going
Then they look for beautiful brainless [Bbm] bitches like Oedipal
Then [Db] when they leave you, you cry [Bbm] and cry
[Db] Talking about, oh my God, I can't [Bb] find a guy
I've spent so [Fm] many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth?
I should die
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to fineness is to stop searching
Try a new formula cause your last one's not [F] working
The term real [Fm] nigga's publicly used
And I need to know what it means
Cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tooth?
With nothing to lose?
Or something to prove?
To homies up in your crew?
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot?
And brag about how you done been shot, stabbed like it's fun to be you?
But your life's a struggle, right?
And you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, [Bb] you just stuck in the loop
[F] Man, why do black people gotta [Fm] be the only ones who can't evolve?
Cause you in the streets acting like Indiana Thawes
Clear you can't stand the law
You lost within the planning dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you
Cause if we out in public, you're gonna get caught stealing some shit
And get my ass in trouble too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and smarting shit with anybody
You ain't mucking, look [Db] at you
A real nigga thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for [G] guys who were like [Bb] you
Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spearhead right [C] through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right [Fm] move
Your real nigga talk seems vogue
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows
And his future doesn't seem hope
A real nigga stays out of jail, handle [F] shit and he keeps focus
So all you rappers whose soul is out in the [G] lung
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this [Fm] song
You go to power on the lung, go roam around in the [Bb] slums
See this is what happens when [Fm] rap's overpowered with love
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your [Db] tongue
The man above is my guide, he know the power is [Fm] strong
All you menacing prints are only in it for cheese
And the man's control limit was breached
[B] Fuck [Fm] hip hop
They only in it for cheese
And any eyewitness can see
[Bb] They purposely [Fm] making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you
I ain't only here to [Bb] benefit me
[Db] Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard
And sometimes I struggle [Bb] trying to reveal mine
I can [Fm] guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be [C] willing to journey into my [F] ale mind _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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This track, written by Marcus Hopson, is part of the album Single.

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