Chords for Lil Keed - Long Way To Go [Official Video]

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_ My grandma, my daddy, that's real love.
_ _ My daughter, _ that's real love.
_ My mama, _ _ _ that's real love. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] Man, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] L.A., you know you done came from _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
nothing.
_ You _ _ _ [Bb]
came from nothing.
[Eb] Talk to him!
_ [Gm] Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever.
I should never fail, I should never sweat [F] it.
I go through a lot, but I keep it together.
[Eb] I'm pulling up for a hundred [Gm] and better.
It's a real blitz storm and it's more than a bezel.
I put my heart out, I wrote [F] me a letter.
A nigga so rich, [Gm] yeah, they calling me trash.
I'm falling, I'm wilding, that sticks, I ain't hiding.
My peach, [Bb] exotic, like something [Eb] from the islands.
My [Gm] peace, so sacred, I spray my balance.
L.A., [F] duh-uh, in the hills, [Eb] the heights.
When I [Gm] got my bands up, at the end of the crowd,
they [Dm] like, you stand up.
I [Eb] was down on my dick, [Gm] couldn't stand up.
Yeah, your block get twisty and it [F] get padded up.
I [Cm] want everything I see, just [Gm] bag it up.
Too many cameras on the car, no jacket need to [F] bag me up.
_ [Gm] Yeah, she dropped her drawers, her ass on like cotton balls.
Can't even [C] hold this drink, go in my [Bb] hand, it drop like a frog.
[Eb] _ _ Boy, [Gm] kill yourself if you think my daughter ain't get fed.
Having that type of [F] bankroll, that'll get a [Eb] nigga scraped.
[Gm] Yeah, they talking about doing this and that, but you know they scared.
Nigga mad [F] about that bankroll, income ain't coming [Eb] in yet.
_ [Gm] Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever.
I should wear the belt, I should wear the sweater.
I go through a lot, but I keep it together.
I'm pulling up on 100 and better.
The real blitz is going on this motherfucking better.
I put my heart out, I wrote me a [F] letter.
A nigga so rich, yeah, they calling me [Eb] trash.
I'm [Gm] styling, I'm wilding, got sticks, I ain't hiding.
My bitch, exotic, like some from the islands.
My peace, so sacred, I spray my violence.
L.A., [F] duh-uh, in the hills, [Bb] the heights.
[D] Baby, baby, baby, _ _ _ _ baby, _ baby, _
[Bb] baby, baby, baby, baby.
Smelling like Tom Ford, baby girl, love all my hygiene.
_ Yo, dripping in fashion, and I ride with these [Eb] magazines.
Choke chain, that's 12 fast car drivers.
[Bb] Stains on my jeans, the [F] one boy that you'll never come through.
[Eb] I just have a lot of [Gm] rings on me like an Audi.
_ Lifestyle, let me [F] _ have a pop, [Eb] man.
He made the road [Gm] turn on blue, and then they burnt them all.
Riding around with a lot of racks [F] in my jeans, yeah, I got burglars [Eb] on me.
Whole thought I [Gm] was sold, cause I'm sipping codeine.
Bitch, you burnt this fuck.
Know you running around here fucking [F] the whole gang.
Yeah, you slurping this.
[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] Got a long way to go, but I'm cooking it now.
I should never fail, I should never sweat it.
I go through a lot, but I keep [F] it together.
[Eb] I'm pulling up [Gm] on 100 and better.
It's a real blitz storm, and it's more for the better.
I put my heart out, I wrote me a [F] letter.
A nigga so rich, [Gm] yeah, they calling me trash.
I'm styling, I'm wilding, got sticks, I ain't hiding.
My bitch, [F] exotic, like some [Gm] from the islands.
My peace, so sacred, I stay.
My balance, LA, [F] my dollar, in the hills, [D] the highs. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ gotta go home tomorrow.
_ _ When she wake up in the morning, she gonna be like, oh my day.
_ Every time. _ _
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