Quicksand chords

Em _ _ Bm _ C _ _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ Bm _ Am _ _ _ _ Bm _ .
Em _ _ Bm _ C _ _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ Bm _ Am _ _ Since Bm the Jets Em stepped out with a Bm kickstand, C thinkin' of a plan to get kick bands.
Fallin' Em in deep with the Bm quicksand, Am flag on my ass, no quick-run.
Em I was packin' on the plan, got my way up, C got the beef in the streets, had to stay up.
Daddy Cracker Em showed me how to bake a cake, bro.
Doin' that put everything out Am of state, bro.
Em Since the Jets stepped out with a kickstand, C thinkin' of a plan to get kick bands.
Fallin' A in deep Em with the quicksand, flag on my ass, no quick-run.
I was packin' on the plan, got my way Bm up, C got the beef in the streets, had to stay up.
Daddy Cracker Em showed me how to bake a cake, bro.
Doin' that put everything out Am of state, bro.
D Back in the day, Em me and the nigga had ripped Bm jeans.
C Couldn't afford a new pair, I had broke jeans.
Couldn't think Em about the money, I had broke Bm dreams.
Am Outfit was the matchup for crack fiends.
G I was tryin' to Em be flagged and take Bm off.
C Coach throwin' on my ass, lost weight, dog.
No jacket Em in the winter, had to shake, Bm dog.
Em Then I said, fuck it, cause somethin' gon' have to shake, dog.
Then my nigga Bobby put me on the quick-kick.
C Wasn't a lie, but a nerd for a quick fix.
Interception, I Em was feelin', called me a big six.
In the snow, C pick the phone, bitch, it was brick, dick.
Bm Never killed, Em I ain't gonna lie, I was Bm tempted.
He C was a target, but he lucky that I missed it.
I was always Em fuckin' up, was a mystic.
My opportunity was knockin' and I missed it.
Young when I hopped off the stoop.
Two C doors where I flow, I hop in the coupe.
Two swords from a Em war where I couldn't lose.
Bm Got Am scars and bruises, man, I got the proof.
Bm Resemble, yeah, Em still, cause I got the juice.
Bm You C think you too punk, let all my ass loose.
Step in the nest Em with my 10 billion moves.
Bm I'm Am plannin', I'm stable, I'm growin' in rules.
Bm Since the gist Em of time with the Bm kickstand.
C Thinkin' of a plan to get quick bands.
Em Fallin' in deep with the quicksand.
Flag on my ass, Am no quick brand.
Em I was a crackin' on the ground, got my weight up.
C Had to be free from the streets, had to stay up.
Fatty cracker Em showed me how to bake a cake, bro.
Doin' that for everything Am I love is fake, bro.
Em Since the gist of time with the kickstand.
C Thinkin' of a plan to get quick bands.
A Fallin' in deep with the Em quicksand.
Flag on my ass, no quick brand.
I was a crackin' on the ground, got my weight Bm up.
C Had to be free from the streets, had to stay up.
Fatty cracker Em showed me how to bake a cake, bro.
Doin' that for everything I love is fake, bro.
I remember chillin' at one of my little Bm bitch grids.
C Bout to fuck, bout to nut, man, cause what the fixin's.
A nigga Em came through, he was on to some Bm bitch shit.
Am Didn't know I was rollin', my hand was E so gifted.
Boy, Em you had me trip, had to get in D my mix, quick.
C Couple knocks, made him drop like he drunk and we lifted.
Caught another Em nigga after I fought with some Bm kinship.
C Throwin' up all of my sets, was in the different ship.
Em Get respectin' at the neck, my nigga Jim back down.
C Had him standin' up, then he ended the back down.
His hands Em in my lap, now they endin' up flat now.
Flat C like a wing, let's see if you flat now.
Bm Had another Em nigga, what's up, only lasted for Bm one round.
C KD on the bench, he put me to trade town.
Made him run, Em it was funny, was scared of the gun sound.
Made him shit, he a bitch, by the car, he was dirt bound.
I ain't got no time for the fakes, the C phonies, the bronies.
The outsourced jakes, my homies the Em only who come past the gate.
Bm I'm Am wackin' and we cuttin' heads off of snakes.
I'm Bm hungry, I'm Em eatin' right off of your plate.
D I won't C eat, I'm only this much for the take.
I'm stagnant, I'm magnet, Em I'm standin' in place.
Bm The reason Am I'm poppin' is all love for hate.
Em Since I just hit the top with a D kickstand.
C Thinkin' of a plan, nigga, quick bands.
Em Fallin' in deep with the quicksand.
Flag on my ass, no quick Am brand.
Bm I was Em packin' on the ground, got my Bm weight up.
C Had to face 20 streets, had to stay up.
30 crackers, Em show me how to bake a cake, bro.
Doin' that for everything, I love a steak, Am bro.
Em Since I just hit the top with a kickstand.
C Thinkin' of a plan, nigga, quick bands.
Em Fallin' in deep with the quicksand.
Flag on my ass, no quick brand.
I was packin' on the ground, got my weight up.
Had to face C 20 streets, had to stay up.
30 crackers, Em show me how to bake a cake, bro.
Doin' that for everything, I love a steak, bro.
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