Chords for Joey Bada$$ (feat. Chuck Strangers) - Fromdatomb$ (Official Video)

A lot of people would come and say, you know, stuff like,
that was then, what are you gonna do [Bb] now?
You know, let's not live in nostalgia, let's not [Eb] celebrate our history.
People need to be careful.
_ _ You know, _ say things [Ebm] like_ _ _ _ _ _
Say what it's like,
[Bbm] Joey Baddie, [Ebm] Chuck Strangers,
leave niggas in danger.
_ It's the real_
_ Yeah, what's the word, word?
Past the herbs.
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[Em] Boom, boom, back from the tombs, rap dope like Pac in [Am] the goons.
Back [D] in this mood, back on the move, it's the motherfuckin' real.
Nigga, chill, [Am] act cool, pay respect to the [Em] cat drool.
And I'm way too blessed to [Eb] be doing shots at you.
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I'm trying to find my own lane in this freeway of life.
Just remember, homeboy, it ain't no freeway to life.
My nigga is gone, horse, try not to lose his soul.
To the rims, hoes, and go, cause once the devil grab ho,
that nigga ain't letting go.
And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong.
I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs.
I know how to rip thongs, and I'm pretty good at beer pong.
Nigga, I'm so crazy, nigga, I'm loco.
Gasped up like Senoko, press the pedal to the flow, bitch.
We out the door, boom, boom, spit it out, bitch.
Love don't live here no more.
Cause a weave look fake it in a Louie bag.
Weak chick, I tied the back.
Had enough to turn me down, heard the song and turned around.
Now she want me to unzip her pants, but I'm gone, bitch. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ I got sick in class, started making classics But all I really do is get the grass, play
the bussassin I'm sure to blow like Bussasin
Puff asses like Maverick, the true Maverick And I average above average, on an average
day doing bad shit Bet you still can't pass this
And the teachers still pass them, though the adolescents be
Had their representations over adolescents Like fuck trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply
monopolies You tax them on me then divide the cheese
Divide Lexus to a size Celi, so my eyes can see through the ease
Should've your hypotheses, hypocrisy After answers like apostrophes
You can't stand here unless you pay apostrophe Pop the cheese, head out the spot
And leave apologies for apologies _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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