Chords for Matlock - Moonshine

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[E] I hopped off [C#m] the train, out for fame, the [G#m] only white mug
Shitted on the battle rappers, fucked the [E] overmics up
Way back in [C#m] the days, rockin' Adidas and [G#m] a Kango
Hoodie in a blunt, wrote my name with [E] a halo
Momma's on [C#m] the same old, get a job and get [G#m] your life straight
My favorite day, go bangin' in the back, I'll do [E] it my way
9A [C#m] that gang crew, drank, brewin' [G#m] paid dues
My name Rue, they played me on the radio, [E] I made new
Cripes, show [C#m] me love, other rappers that [G#m] show respect
Gold ahead, so upset, I blew up off [E] a broken set
Papa was [C#m] rolling stone, but me, I love [G#m] home the best
Copper Joe and them Babble Blows, I swear [E] I won't forget
I came up [C#m] starving, striped like [G#m] the Evans
Sipping 211, scraping pipes, hitting [E] resin
When life give [C#m] you lemons, make some fucking [G#m] lemonade shit
When life gave me pain against the grain, and I [E] made this
[C#m] My music is a [G#m] true crime, I hope it eats brain
And kill you pain the way [E] you do mine
[C#m] I'll either make a killing or [G#m] I'll do time
Cause even if the buzz is coming, gunning, son, I'm [E] still running
I'm [C#m] trying to do my thing, bitch, [G#m] do you mind?
If you love me, then I love you, if you fuck me, fuck you [E] two times
[C#m] Send these Logan bitches, look at [G#m] you, fine
Music blaring, staring out the window on the [E] blue line
Crazy artist [C#m] type, way before it was [G#m] recorded
More than 40 fucking hard hour, no one was [E] supporting
Now they're damn [C#m] fools, but better fam, Jules [G#m] performance
Rock planet Mars, tap the bar dry [E] at orbit
Afterwards, the [C#m] grape changed, the dirt weed [G#m] waffles
Wasn't even 21, and cats were blessing us with [E] bottles
Plenty come [C#m] throwing up, everybody [G#m] going buck
People overload the show, Po'bo can't [E] broke it up
I buckle down, [C#m] blast it, wrote an underground [G#m] classic
Bootleggers had it made, the whole fucking town [E] had it
Funny style [C#m] bastards couldn't aid, and they [G#m] knew it
Then my face displayed stupid, tried to say they ain't [E] do it
Who's this?
F.J. [C#m] Music, Roddy and we [G#m] reach the gym
Weak men wreck the fucking stage and kick the [E] speakers in
Gone with the [C#m] breeze again, cheese it with a [G#m] bag of dollars
Four o'clock, spend the moment smoking, kicking [E] grass and water
On the shot, [C#m] it's weak, somebody telling [G#m] you lies
Bring your baby mama down, come and see the Jules lines
[C#m] Kick game and sit flames, [G#m] Jules swine
I'm harder from a hard lock, smarter in my [E] hard punk
On the shot, [C#m] money I don't give a fuck who [G#m] you sign
You knew Jax to lose lives, a new batch of Jules
[E] You knock a buzzard [C#m] off a shit wagon, leave a mule [G#m] blind
Of all you little bastards that you're crippling right through [E] the rhyme
From New York [C#m] out to Hollywood, [G#m] and where we ate a far-red wine
Worldwide, [E] without the game changing, [C#m] ain't y'all crawling today
[G#m] Your fun is up, your done running high, pack your shit
[E] We gonna smack up [C#m] all you bitches
Bitch [G#m] and the bitch, just know you can't slide no [E] dice
Head to his mouth, [C#m] another hole in your [G#m] ass
Gonna fuck with my own child
[E] I spit it for the [C#m] kids' sake, sober and shit [G#m]-faced
The dirt poor, I stick roots, city and some [E] inmates
Thick chicks, mixed [C#m] hate, respect and [G#m] spinach
Cynics eat a dick, I give a shit about a [E] critic
Cats are living off the [C#m] image, it's a goddamn [G#m] shame
I get them hollering the name, and I ain't got a [E] campaign
Still I stuck to the [C#m] ways that I chose, [G#m] motherfucker
I'm unknown and broke, but I'm golden and [E] gutted
Don't ask me what this shit's [C#m] about, you don't know you got [G#m] the gaps
This hip-hop is all I got, rate a minute, not [E] the last
You bring it home, and if [C#m] you don't, at least you know you tried [G#m] your best
But it's a fact, you never turn your back, that's the [E] common sense
The basement [C#m] days, staying late, late [G#m] lyrics
Dubbing over singles, hoping somebody would [E] hear it
My spirit on the lowest [C#m] button, this is after you're [G#m] recording
Mr.
Morty, this my story, if you know it, sing it [E] for me Bullshit
[C#m] My music is a true [G#m] crime, I hope it ease your brain
And kill your pain the way you do [E] mine
In due time, I'll either [C#m] make a killing or I'll do [G#m] time
Cause even if the fuzz is coming, gunning, some still [E] running
Hey yo, I ain't [C#m] doing Morty
Yo, I'll do [G#m] fine, especially if you buy my Joy, cop that shit a few [E] times
Actually, I'm so [C#m] happy I was here to spit a few [G#m] lines
You got it, thank you motherfuckers, nah, you're too [E] kind
In due time
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