Chords for Joey Bada$$ - Unorthodox (Dirty Version)

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[Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] We the game, that's that shit right [Em] there.
_ Everybody love [Am] him.
On the regular.
[Em] _ Looking at popular colored [Am] faces, observing what my brothers faces.
Non [Em]-racist, lost the generations of all hatred.
[Am] See what your eyes dilated for the sake of the G's.
[Em] But keep it sacred, G.
Fuck the rat race, [Am] take the cheese.
Jack cheddar from the make believe.
[Em] Break the trees on the ACD.
Rocking the red [Am] and black lumberjacks faithfully.
I'm a [Em] Brooklyn nigga, basically.
I grind with the [Am] grimeyest.
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of [Em] hyenas and vultures.
Don't worry what a verse will [Am] cost you.
From the young scorcher, just remember who [Em] taught you.
I'm a sparking off on orthodox.
[Am] Won't sign to no major, no wager.
[Em] Less than three million off, off the top.
[Am] I'll be in a box with my corporate drops.
Why [Em] settle for an office spot?
Niggas don't always make it [Am] off the block.
Let's take Stork Rock to support the [Em] cops.
They still snitching.
Let me guess, that's your man [Am] again?
Leave him shook where he's standing.
And quit the [Em] shenanigans.
Have you panicking?
Induce damage and say you're [Am] vanishing.
Words to Tor Bobbly, resort, topsy [Em]-jamming.
And this is for my real empire fans.
And I [Am] just posed for them.
Leave fake MCs in the [Em] post mortem.
Money ain't a thing if I got it, I won't [Am] spend.
All I got is my pros, I don't need no friend.
[Em] So like this glory road, it's coming to an [Am] end.
The only soul that won't sin, no, [Em] he won't give in.
Yo, this world is bone [Am] chilling.
Make meals in Hell's Kitchen with these [Em] dishes.
Properly delivered, drop trees in my [Am] Swisher.
I bring that back to my property with you.
[Em] It ain't easy being this royal.
When you [Am] got this much going for you,
it ain't hard to be [Em] this loyal.
Coming straight from the soil with lines to never [Am] call you.
Start to think for the off, the whole career
won't [Em] disappoint you.
The kid is that sick, so expect more [Am] conference.
I'm the chosen one, so you can expect more [Em] offerings.
I be sending niggas, so expect less [Am] offerings.
Best rapper alive, hear that line used less [Em] often.
Word to God, I'm the best offering.
[Am] BMX like Hoffman, BMF like [Em] Rossman.
Your bossman got Jimmy found an [Am] endorsement.
For porches to porters, getting porches a fortune.
[Em] They said next up, so I stepped [Am] up, fly like I dressed up.
Bitches try to hang like [Em] left nuts,
like orangutans in the west.
[Am] All for the motherland, but I got the swing of no other [Em] man.
Brother man, they can't [Am] understand.
Pro era boy, you pop up [Em] a bear, a bear.
_ _ [Am] _ _ Everybody love him.
[Em] This money ain't a thing if I got it, I won't [Am] spend.
All I got is my pros, I don't need no [Em] friends.
Like this glory road is coming to an [Am] end.
Your only soul that won't sin, no, [Em] he won't give in.
Yo, this world is bone chilling.
[Am] Make meals in Hell's Kitchen with these [Em] dishes.
Properly delivered, drop trees in my [Am] Swisher.
I bring that back to my property with you.
[Em] _ _ Everybody love him.
[Am] We the game up.
[Em] I'm a sparking off on Orthodox.
[Am] They don't feel the need, but they say the music dope [Em] though.
_ Everybody love him.
[Am] We the game up.
[Em] I'm a sparking off on Orthodox.
[Am] _ On the record lock.
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