J.I.D - Slick Talk (DiCaprio 2) Chords

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[C] _ _ [D] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [A#] _
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_ _ _ Activation, activation, activation, _ _
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activation.
Activation, activation, maturation.
Processed rap gain too saturated.
Grabulating masturbation on the face.
Actin' patient, actin' [C#m] patient.
So complacent.
[F] Comfortable.
A basic bowl of shit.
Hold my own, now [Am] on my dick.
Go Shaloma.
Unpredictable.
The road with the clicker, [C#m] or with big clips.
I [F] don't feel activated when I came in and be
is [C] similar to the hair in the tortoise home.
Pencil sharp, told stories you [F] thought I forged it
back in the fourth grade, never read [C] Curious or Hey.
Nigga Corey kept a lil' 40 [F] inside his love face,
left a nigga with no [C] face and beat the court case.
Come at home from ball practice, took the street to show away.
We from the east but never gave niggas a reason to try it
or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat [Fm] the swordplay
[C] or eat in your face or ease the heat when leaving your place.
I've been telling you life's a bitch but it's a beach in your case.
I've been yelling and throwing hits, I'm tired of screaming all day.
I've been fighting these fucking demons all day.
Man this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather.
Hand your boy the blower, let me [C#] squeeze it.
[F] Blow a little [C] steam, I ain't hating, I'm just heatin'.
Niggas know what I mean but niggas don't know what I've been [F#m] through.
So [Fm] if I [C] offend you then_
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
I heard nigga's looking for a problem.
But we don't even move into the window.
Nigga hands his [Fm] shit and the [C] rise up.
Better pray the god damn he don't get you.
Better pray the god damn he don't get you.
Better pray the god damn he don't get you.
Better pray the god damn he don't get you.
Better pray the god.
Look, okay fuck with a nigga, [A] say your luck, my [F] mama think I made her.
Lift my head to the skies, I cry [C] but can't pray her.
Thanks to the maker, got me out of [F] an awful [C#m] place.
My nigga [Bm] gone for 17 years like a [C] cicada.
More than a motivator for me to [F] get off my anus and kick ass like I'm [Am] Danny Myanus.
Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a [F] painting brush.
[C] Splish splash, drawing scenes [Am] from my dim lit past.
Damn wet, pimp shit, syndicate with a [Fm] pen grip.
Rhythm [C] shit, intimate, infinite rhyme, kick it, let's begin.
Who your list, your top ten, shit say whoever fed it in.
I was ready then, I was heading down the aisle.
Rap gang in a wedding gown, she gave me the ring.
I said yes and vowed for forever now.
On a honeymoon getting naked now, on a money cloud doing [F] doggy style.
I'm a father now, you are [C] my child, you are my child.
I'm on Barbie now and I'm talking loud.
The [Fm] revolver found you and [N] I'm in a wild.
Kill this bitch like a doggy pound, we divorced her now.
I want the [A#] cars, ring, clothes, all the house.
Broke my heart, I'm reorganizing.
Really trying to be mature [C] about it but I got a killer like a fucking dealer.
Dream [Fm] feelings, girl feeling, [C] ride to the club.
But I should've killed her right, [C#] cause I could've done.
Nigga, this a gun [Am] and a bullet.
[C] Had niggas looking for a problem.
But we don't need moving to the rent, dude.
My nigga hands itching for the rise up.
Better pray to God that he don't get you.
Better pray to God that he don't get you.
Better pray to God that he don't [F] get you.
[D#] Better pray to God that he don't [Cm] get you. _
Not that I [F] need it.
[G] This nigga cap is fucked, man.
[F#m] Ain't no cap nigga around.
This nigga cap ain't around, man.
This is how, where y'all niggas from for real?
Where y'all