Chords for Key Glock - How I Live (Audio)

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [Gm] VVS my ear, _ VVS [Dm] my jaw, [Gm] VVS my arm, I just dropped a couple [Dm] hundred
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ Look at my n***a, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drill, got her staring over here, yeah
I can't give you nothing but something to up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that's just how a n***a live, yeah
Riding with the stick, that's just how I live, yeah
I don't bop my wheel, that's just how I live, yeah
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live, yeah
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he live, [C] yeah
_ _ [Dm] Racks [Gm] _ _
[D] _ [G] _ up to my ear, racks up over here, yeah
That's just how it is, stack them Ben Franklin's, yeah
Give my n***a some crib, no more paying bills, yeah
Bitch, [Gm] I get it in, back ends and dividends, yeah
[G] Smoking like I'm [Gm] Snoop, I simply not no gen, yeah
Pull up brand new coupe, hop out with them big bands, yeah
Pull up on your crew and then you know we blast, yeah
Young n***a setting up all [Dm] that, chop him, hit him in his ball [Gm] cap
Father young n***a better fall [Dm] back, got dirty sticks, no [Gm] Xanax
And I'm too fly for a jet [Dm] lag, hating that n***a better get [Gm] back
Just a little n***a with [Dm] a big bag _
[Gm] Look at my n***a, might reach my ear, yeah
Everything clear, yeah, your bitch like my drill
Got her staring over here, yeah
I can't give you nothing but something to up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that's how a n***a live, yeah
Riding with the stick, that's just how I live, yeah
I don't bop my wheel, that's just how I live, yeah
I pop tanks and seals, that's just how I live, yeah
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he live, [G] yeah
Look at my n***a, might reach my ear, yeah
Everything clear, yeah, your bitch like my drill
Got her staring over here, yeah
I can't give you nothing [C] but something to [Dm] up on your lip, yeah
[Gm] And that shit for real, that's just how a n***a live, yeah
With this shit for real, it's kill or be killed, [G] yeah
Bitch, I'm chasing [Eb] meals, I eat fast, I'm meals, [G] yeah
Boy, [Gm] my drip real, your shit is so thin, yeah
Boy, them pipes ain't real, who you tryna kill, yeah
Damn, that's some fucked up shit, n****s get fucked up quick
Yeah, I just bust my [Dm] wrist, and I just diss this [Gm] bitch
I fuck young hoes and milfs, [Dm] I hop in my spaceship and lift [Gm] off
Got a new rocket, [Dm] Chris Paul, bitch, [Gm] you know I ball
Look at my n***a, might reach my ear, yeah
Everything clear, yeah, your bitch like my drill
Got her staring over here, yeah
I can't give you nothing but [Dm] something to up on your lip, yeah
[Gm] And that shit for real, [Dm] that's just how a [Gm] n***a live, yeah
Riding with the sticks, that's just how I live, yeah
I don't rock my wheel, that's just how I [Bb] live, yeah, [Gm] yeah
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live, yeah, yeah
Pop him like a feel, let's see if he live, yeah, yeah _ _ _ _ _ _
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