Chords for Kevin Gates - Crazy [Produced by B Real]

_ I'm getting tired.
[Abm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Ebm] I've been shook it off every time we ever fail.
[Abm] Why do we fall?
[Ebm] So we can learn to pick ourselves back up.
Transportation [Abm] make you happy when your life a [Ebm] living hell.
Sirens jump behind and we don't go to jail.
[Abm] Windows skimped, two attempts, [Ebm] handed bands over.
[Ab] Sicko hit, shot and missed, two [Ebm] to stand over.
Turn up!
[Abm] Red winner, huh?
Look who in [Ebm] the building.
Hold up.
Let me check my Instagram, I might be at a meet.
And I'm in!
[Abm] You out your mind, I'm [Ebm] out mine, bet not flinch [Ab] wrong.
I'm on my grind, rocks [Ebm] a plying like the [Abm] Flintstones.
Reputation on [Ebm] the line and the clips long.
They nine [Gb] to five, slang at nine, you get blitzed on.
[Ebm] Bitch, I walked out on the drive a little compressive.
Bitch, I'm peeped up.
Diamonds glistening, rocking pillars, I ain't tapered up.
[E] Get on [Ebm] your shit, get out your fillers, hating fake as fuck.
Some feel I'm tripping, how I'm living, I can't change it up.
I'm praying, man, drop [Fm] and change, can't break it up.
Might just be me, I'm in [E] the strippers, ain't no breaking up.
She talking reckless, bitch, whatever phone, I'm hanging up.
Dick so good, can't seem to keep this bitch away from her.
And me and Nuka, [Ebm] fuck your bitch, she wasn't made to love.
I'm bad, hold on, I got my_
I'm [Abm] ringing while in a meeting, that's [Ebm] my dog calling.
One point of finger, give her order and they all stalking.
[Abm] Speech muted, pressing pause, no [Ebm] longer hearing voices.
[Abm] Became a boss, couple calls, I [Ebm] got steering choice.
I said [Abm] I was crazy, wasn't gonna be shit [Ebm] back in elementary.
Bitches on my dick, fresh, stepping out McKinley.
[Abm] Whoop dreams, never had them, trying [Ebm] to fetch a chicken.
Say it's gangster, they go lump, hanging out the window.
Try [Abm] to ride me, I got shot, two [Ebm] weeks, he expired.
Nigga burnt your truck, what up?
Ain't nobody died.
Lit [Abm] bright nigga, came through spitting, wasn't [Ebm] no dumping bad.
D-dub got off and then got ripped up, you ain't fuck with that.
We [Abm] on our knees praying daily, [Gb] God bonging [Ebm] back.
Putting them cookies in my daddy's head, a fucking rat.
My [Abm] daddy don't want to sell me nothing, [Ebm] nothing but the pack.
Phone turned me [Bbm] up, a slimmer says jacket bad.
Stroke got hit while he was whipping, now we clutching bad.
And we riding around the bottom with a bunch of straps.
Man, we pull up on Buck, you heard me?
Me and Stroke in a car, you heard me?
I got the Mac 11 with the whisper thing on that bitch.
You call my phone, tell my man, what you doing out?
I say, man, God got me, my nuts hanging to the floor.
You was on speakerphone, Buck was right there on side me.
You heard me?
Bitch ass boy.
[N] _