Chords for J'You - So Apparent (Official Video)

You saw him on the sideline before, he looked like a player, [Bb] I think he's just pretending, [Gm] Sam.
Hey, hey!
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Yeah, [C] uh.
I keep it real all of the time, no ifs and maybes, you pussy
You pushin' a rhyme like it's a baby
Probably never been in a fight, that's why you rap sweet
Tryna act sweet like Ray J with fat beef
Me, I get loose, scruffy beard and chipped teeth
Still fly, spend time with a dime like it's loot
I rock your face, my hands supply diamonds
Bitch, I'm dangerous as a man that binds Robin
Hammond, why blinded?
Power like Obama got, I'm Arcade
Can I eat in Rihanna box?
I [Db] keep it real, this record should [C] be concealed
As I walk [Fm] through the valley of death, you see the fields of red
I'm a threat that is yet to be revealed
With a team of seals that'll sketch, key and peel
That means draw quick, so call flex, ain't gonna starve [Eb] shit
Some [Fm] say I sound like Box, some [F] say it's not Nyx
I don't give a fuck, when it's all packed
Fuck the [C] whole world, run it to your pants
Nice clothes ain't the reason they be staring
I don't rap about jewels, cause I can't afford to wear one
I'm [F] so bad, bitches saying eat bad
I wish you [C] had money to buy me movie bags
I'm no [F] hipster, I'm not cold
You can't [F] see, girl, I guess [N] real's not sure
Something like a virus, I eat away at the mic
They tryna [F] find a cure, my DNA has a price
And I'm so high, I might be related to Mike
[C] Gay bodies sleeping on me like Stevie J
And he fight with you now, [Fm] fuck what you heard
Bump it low if you need some more
Bounce to the ounce, I hustle all the up-low
I clown all rap, the drug are low
Make an album in the next three days
Russell Throne, shut your throne
Cause you all the same, you for me, watch
Chase your ass down the block, like game to 40 block
Hit the bar, keep the change
You call me shots [Eb] with a chip
[C] Bitch, you wish you could bang my shorty hot
I stay machete strong
You bottom flies, a plane that's [Fm] hitting the pentagon
Welcome to the renaissance, stepping on tracks
So they dead and gone, I'm [Eb] a raw dog
[Bb] So me and the pussy don't ever get along
I don't give a fuck, when [Gm] it's all packed
Fuck the whole [C] world, run it to your parents
Nice clothes ain't the reason they be staring
I don't rap about jewels cause I can't afford to wear
But I'm [Db] so bad, bitch is saying he bad
I wish [Fm] he had money to buy me movie bags
I'm your hipster, I'm not [F] cold
If you can't see real, I guess real [C] trashy
I only talk shit because I'm so high
Stunning your own, but you ain't stunting no mine
I bet you tell the truth with a gun to your mind
45s and nines and numbers don't [N] lie
I give you back what you came for
You ain't got an [G] axe, I can hack like a chainsaw
Crack I was made for
But bitches sleeping on me like [Fm] I slide something up in they glass
And I rain paws
I squeeze my shorty ass when I bang dog
Honey's that I'm hitting, run her back, give me brain, ma
True facade, I'm a snack in the main [F] course
[D] Talking bout life, y'all rapping the same song
Shit, ain't you sick of that shit?
If they [Fm] got real shit, they ain't deliver that shit
You really ain't fly like when pigeons have [Eb] sex
Fuck a [Fm] bump, meet Romney, I'm the middle class rape
Saying I don't give a fuck, ooh, [Gm] it's so apparent
Fuck [C] the whole world, I'm running to your parents
Nice clothes ain't the reason they be staring
I don't rap about Jews, cause I can't afford to wear a hood
I'm so bad, bitches saying he bad
I wish he had money to buy me Louis bags
I'm no hipster, I'm not cold
If you can't see real, I guess real's not chill
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