Chords for In My Life

[Bbm] In my _ _ _ life. _
[Fm] _ Yeah.
[Eb] This [Ab] is hard.
_ It can take.
In [Bbm] my life.
[Fm] Ghetto.
This is hard.
It can take.
Neighborhood.
Oh, yeah.
Suburb.
[Eb] Suburb.
[Ab] Worldwide.
This is hard.
In [Db] my life.
[Fm] Me.
This is hard.
It can take.
Yo. Yo.
I'm still at regular.
Center of cat.
[Eb] From the street.
Thugging [Fm] it.
Loving my life is mentally, [Db] but I'm stuck with
Hugging [Fm] that block, selling that D
Grew up with nothing but killers and O.D..s I'm the product of the ghetto, so they bag [Eb] me up [Ab] With a bell stashed in case they snatch me up [Db] I'm a soldier in this war, [Fm] and I resemble my pops I ain't nothing like them, that's where this criminal stop I provide for the fam, divide [Eb] them grams Cook it, [Fm] make flips, survival plans [Db] Being successful, [Fm] I had every intent But I went to that high school, playing the bitch We live off wit, this life I switch [Eb] up strips I was [Fm] raised by the guns, so I switch up clips [Db] Getting my hustle on, [Fm] trying to switch up kicks I won't change being thug, I won't switch up shit It's my life, nigga, _ [F] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Db] yeah, _ [Fm] _ _ _ yeah I put work in, for me to [Eb] reach this [Ab] level To let the world [Fm] know, that I speak for the [Db] ghetto I've been through the [Fm] struggle, down falling to earth Putting the close one, deep in the dirt I lost one of my road [Eb] dogs in 9 [Ab]-8 I still see him, every time I look in his [Db] mom's face But don't [Fm] cry, ma, we gon' see the light I know he up in heaven, and he gon' lead us right I live by the street, so I'ma [Eb] die by the [Ab] street As long as I'm [Fm] alive, his daughter never [Db] need We used to be [Fm] this close, but now we feel we this far apart Me and that nigga can't talk, we can't bag and kick it [Eb] Bag some [Ab] bitches, only time I see him, is when I glance at [Db] pictures But I gotta face [Fm] the fact, my niggas is gone But I'ma ride to the death, and still I'm on in my life, nigga _ [F] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ Yo, [Fm] yo, sometimes I just grab the car keys and ride With no music, I'm just riding the vibe [Db] I done came a long way, [Fm] from using the plinth, touching the 8 Who would've thought I'd make it today, it was just yesterday Mom's waiting on the stamps, the spot got shot up And Dre still locked up, [Db] it's me against the world With [Fm] no brother, just a revolver And I ain't digging about seeing tomorrow I got 62 grams and a six shot eight With plans to hit the block and get shit straight [Db] But my dog just got [Fm] shot, spot just got rushed I lost all my weight when the crackpot bust I was left with zip, zero, [Ab] nothing That's when I realized that my life ain't about nothing [Db] The world wouldn't [Fm] understand bleak industry So I took it to the booth, and gave y'all the speech _ _ [F] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
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