Chords for Joey Vantes - STATEMENT (ft. nobigdyl., Aaron Cole & Jon Keith)

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123.8 bpm
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Bm

Ab

B

Gbm

E

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Joey Vantes - STATEMENT (ft. nobigdyl., Aaron Cole & Jon Keith) chords
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[Bm]
[Ab] [Gbm] [Bm]
[B] You couldn't stop what is destined for us Keep on shooting, I'll [Bm] snatch you up, call
me boss Got the blade in the trunk, now they looking
for us Hide the spaceship and switch to a Ford Taurus
How you not mess around with mediocre?
I pull up and I'm bagging, ain't playing poker Drink out the glass if it's Coca-Cola
When I'm out in Atlanta, you know we rollin' Undertaker in a paddy wagon
Lethal injection, I body bag him I been fed up like I really had it
Pack my homes with a cannon like it was Madden Get to my spot, ain't nobody guarding
Run your mouth, I reply like I beg your pardon?
Thief first for your name, Tony So I'ma cross that back, James Harden
Act like I came off the bench, dawg Triple double, now I see you bent, dawg
I do not ever use pan, dawg Let it drip off the top of the space bar
Hoeshit like Jewish, I can't hog Shout out my aces in Crenshaw
Showing my love for the West, y'all I [B] keep it smooth but on [E] test, dawg
Joey, [Bm] look, the South got something to say I'm from the country like home on the range
You don't want smoke, then don't get in my way
They say Lil' Billy, these rappers want B Don't have a count, man, [Ab] it's all in the day
I'm Jimmy Fallon, I work every night [Bm] Locked in the studio, been here for days
Been here for days, yeah I left the label, they thought that I flop
Now they see me on the way to the top How much a feature, I told them a lot
Don't need the cash, but you know I'm so passionate I had to fast a bit, I had to stop
I caught the lateral, I didn't stop You see me touchdown, God with the block
Look, my stats getting bigger and bigger Look, I shoot the J like I'm Jigga
Y'all said you worried about y'all figure I'm worried about getting figures
Y'all feeling y'allself, that's a quick fix I inspire y'all boys to begin with
So please homie, don't get it twisted Cause I set the table like picnic
Y'all ain't got heart, I been bout this since I was in diapers And I'm bout to pipe up like ooh
Y'all in my way, y'all like Ray Charles' eyelids Cause I swear that shawty should be blocking my view
When y'all gon' stop buying comments And followers acting like y'all is the men's side of the crew
When y'all gon' stop trying to book me for shows When y'all ain't got the money, man, y'all just some fools
Get me to play, I'm like ten-fo I'm leading the game, it's like ten-fo
My favorite scripture proverbs ten-fo I so now I'm reaping like ten-fo
But I can't do this on my own, yeah Need Christ on the daily for sure
Without him, my life is too limited Can't settle for brown, I want gold, look
Ayy, don't you test the kid Chosen, don't you question it
And y'all unsure like estimate But you should've knew like testament
New testament, ayy, pick a lane But don't pick mine, that's lame
Peace out to the past, I've been insane But I just might snap
[Ab] Take it to the end game, hold up, [Bm] big glock Try to defuse me, I'ma still blow
Can't get knee deep, I'ma split wave Light skin Bruce Lee, how I kick game
Y'all don't even wanna play, what's close to me I do a verse and a hook like Ghost in me
Unmatched notebook, Ryan Gosling I feel way too dope, that's dopamine
Okay, you owe me, go ahead and give me This automatic, I feel like a semi
I did them shows and I won't serve no penny Now they like, whoa, I feel like Kenny
I feel like this is a brand new beginning Came from them souls and I picked up them Benjis
Two for the uno, dinin' like Denny's Don't pass the sauce, boy, you got plenty
[Ab] [Bm]
[N]
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Bm
13421112
Ab
134211114
B
12341112
Gbm
123111112
E
2311
Bm
13421112
Ab
134211114
B
12341112
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_ [B] You couldn't stop what is destined for us Keep on shooting, I'll [Bm] snatch you up, call
me boss Got the blade in the trunk, now they looking
for us Hide the spaceship and switch to a Ford Taurus
How you not mess around with mediocre?
I pull up and I'm bagging, ain't playing poker Drink out the glass if it's Coca-Cola
When I'm out in Atlanta, you know we rollin' Undertaker in a paddy wagon
Lethal injection, I body bag him I been fed up like I really had it
Pack my homes with a cannon like it was Madden Get to my spot, ain't nobody guarding
Run your mouth, I reply like I beg your pardon?
Thief first for your name, Tony So I'ma cross that back, James Harden
Act like I came off the bench, dawg Triple double, now I see you bent, dawg
I do not ever use pan, dawg Let it drip off the top of the space bar
Hoeshit like Jewish, I can't hog Shout out my aces in Crenshaw
Showing my love for the West, y'all I [B] keep it smooth but on [E] test, dawg
Joey, [Bm] look, the South got something to say I'm from the country like home on the range
You don't want smoke, then don't get in my way
They say Lil' Billy, these rappers want B Don't have a count, man, [Ab] it's all in the day
I'm Jimmy Fallon, I work every night [Bm] Locked in the studio, been here for days
Been here for days, yeah I left the label, they thought that I flop
Now they see me on the way to the top How much a feature, I told them a lot
Don't need the cash, but you know I'm so passionate I had to fast a bit, I had to stop
I caught the lateral, I didn't stop You see me touchdown, God with the block
Look, my stats getting bigger and bigger Look, I shoot the J like I'm Jigga
Y'all said you worried about y'all figure I'm worried about getting figures
Y'all feeling y'allself, that's a quick fix I inspire y'all boys to begin with
So please homie, don't get it twisted Cause I set the table like picnic
Y'all ain't got heart, I been bout this since I was in diapers And I'm bout to pipe up like ooh
Y'all in my way, y'all like Ray Charles' eyelids Cause I swear that shawty should be blocking my view
When y'all gon' stop buying comments And followers acting like y'all is the men's side of the crew
When y'all gon' stop trying to book me for shows When y'all ain't got the money, man, y'all just some fools
Get me to play, I'm like ten-fo I'm leading the game, it's like ten-fo
My favorite scripture proverbs ten-fo I so now I'm reaping like ten-fo
But I can't do this on my own, yeah Need Christ on the daily for sure
Without him, my life is too limited Can't settle for brown, I want gold, look
_ Ayy, don't you test the kid Chosen, don't you question it
And y'all unsure like estimate But you should've knew like testament
New testament, ayy, pick a lane But don't pick mine, that's lame
Peace out to the past, I've been insane But I just might snap
[Ab] Take it to the end game, hold up, [Bm] big glock Try to defuse me, I'ma still blow
Can't get knee deep, I'ma split wave Light skin Bruce Lee, how I kick game
Y'all don't even wanna play, what's close to me I do a verse and a hook like Ghost in me
Unmatched notebook, Ryan Gosling I feel way too dope, that's dopamine
Okay, you owe me, go ahead and give me This automatic, I feel like a semi
I did them shows and I won't serve no penny Now they like, whoa, I feel like Kenny
I feel like this is a brand new beginning Came from them souls and I picked up them Benjis
Two for the uno, dinin' like Denny's Don't pass the sauce, boy, you got plenty _ _ _
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