Chords for Mozzy - Dead and Gone (Shot by @strong_visual)

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_ I'm chillin' with the mini-po, that's what streets is here about before it's I [Fm] suppose _
When it [Cm] was time to slide, niggas catted on me
Shit, I wouldn't be surprised, [Fm] niggas ratted on me
If you [Cm] loafin', that's the same thing as lackin' on me
Broccoli in the stogie [C] pockets full of [Fm] macaroni
Never tear [Cm] till I'm dead, got it tatted on me
Baby gave me [C] 30k and started [Fm] faggin' on me
Suckers thought [Cm] he caught me leakin', but I had it on me
They might indict me, I [D] tell you I [Fm] was blappin' on them
Snick dis [Cm] and get you smoked like a pack of porters
[C] Body after body, gang war back [Fm] and forth
I [Cm] be pickin' off duds when I'm faggin' score
I can never forgive [D] you for it, better ask [Fm] the Lord
Hard to [Cm] find, they don't come outside after four
Why [D] you lyin', act like y'all be posted at [Fm] the store
Bring it to [Cm] your mama door, niggas keep playin'
The Mozzie niggas with [D] the shit, that's what [Fm] streets sayin' _
[Cm] Mozzie and the gang still up there, gone
Bro was a real nigga, he ain't never done
Bro was a real driller with the mini-po
That's what streets sayin' about me, boys, I [Fm] suppose _
[Cm] Mozzie and the gang still up there, gone
Bro was a real nigga, he ain't never [G] done
Bro was [Cm] a real driller with the mini-po
[Ab] That's what streets sayin' about me, boys, I [Fm] suppose
Street [Cm] dreams, buy a kid, board a flight
Nowadays, [C] niggas dream about a normal [Fm] life
My [Cm] lifestyle a gamble when I throw the dice
Lookin' over [C] my shoulder with this [Fm] 40's pipe
Mama [Cm] tried to tell me that it's more to life
Them snitchin' ass [D] niggas known for givin' up the court [Fm] rights
According [Cm] to the kite, bred, taught, or livin'
What you supposed to tell [C] a nigga doin' like [Fm] he prison?
Kick [Cm] moms out the courtroom for cryin' in it
When you committed to [D] the team, ain't no [Fm] I in it
Ain't a day that [Cm] go by I ain't rhyme with it
From the slums, [D] havin' visions of me [Fm] dyin' in it _
[Cm] Drug, he'll wear anything that time didn't
I don't listen to [D] your music, you be [Fm] lyin' in it
Fuck [Cm] rap, I don't care that I don't sign a nigga
Cause I'm content with havin' hell gave me all [Fm] that nigga
My [Cm] eyes the end of the game till I'm dead [D] and gone
Bruh was a real nigga, he [Fm] ain't never told
Bruh was [Cm] a real driller with the mini pole
That's what the streets say about me for it, I [Fm] suppose _
My [Cm] eyes the end of the game till I'm dead and gone
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Bruh was a real nigga, he ain't never told
Bruh was [Cm] a real driller with the mini pole
That's what the streets say about me for it, I [Fm] suppose _
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