NF - Options (Audio) Chords

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[Ab] Look, I don't know what's gotten into me I could be off of my rocker potentially
Bigger I get the more they think it'll lessen me
Don't be the one to insult my integrity Put down the whistle, I'm done with you referees
I don't know nothing, you think you ejecting me
Till I show up in the game, look, remember me?
I gotta make it, these people depend on me That's how I'm living these days
Threaten my wife, keep digging that grave I had to die, make a minimum wage
Told myself that I gotta get paid Screwed myself, yeah, I did all [D] my grades
Walk [Ab] in the class like, give me that A Think I'm trash, put a bag in your face
And I put you by the road like, look, we're the same
Here's a reminder that [G] I still spit Think I [Ab] need to advise you to watch your lip
Or at least realize that I'm not no kid Don't Google my name, tryna find my crib
Write a pop song, then I write a song like this
Do a lot wrong, doesn't matter, I learn quick I'm an outlaw, my brain has no fence
Doesn't matter either way to me, cause even if it did, I would destroy it
Used to be employee, now I'm employer Making big deals, now I gotta get lawyers
People tell me to relax and enjoy it But when I kick back, I see warnings
Sometime my past, can't ignore it Every time I rap and I'm recording
Might be my last, so I absorb it, cause
I gotta make it and make it I gotta make it and make it
Yeah I gotta make it and make it man
These are the options, these are the options I gotta [Eb] make it and make it
I gotta make it and [Ab] make it, yeah I gotta [G] make it and make it man
[Ab] These are the options These are the options
I gotta make it and make it I gotta make it and make it
Whoo, I gotta make it and make it man These are the options
These are the options I gotta make it and make it
I gotta make it and make it Whoo, I gotta make it and make it man
These are the options These are the options
Tool bag with upper pliers
Intros without the choirs, new car without the tires, music without the writers, UFC without the fighters, smoking without the fire, cigarettes without the lighter
Austin Powers, no Michael Myers, that's me, findin' at the bars you see, some ain't right like I'm incomplete, I'll cash in some a different breed
If you disagree, make a moral retreat, act like a boss when I compete, take my thoughts in a hyper speed
When it's all gone and I hit my peak, at least I'll know that I took that leap, cause life is a process
And I am not here for the nonsense, losing everything I work for licks the way out of my conscience, that's why I black out the comments, who's next, who's next
I don't know, I ain't been watching, closing my ears to the gossip, I gotta make it or make it man, these are the options
No forfeiting, my course different, change flows and I'm bored with it, more living, never more driven, I avoid shit, my parents [G] tell me I could never be the [Fm] go-to rap, I ignore [Ab] limits
I was born with a sword, dripping, thinking I'm something, I'm a joy, and it's looking at me, I'm on the tour selling more tickets, even if the fourth record didn't sell a copy
I'ma do it like a hobby, I ain't quitting till the Lord tell me
I gotta make it or make it, I gotta make it or make it, yuh
I gotta make it or make it man, these are the options
I gotta make it or make it, I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it man, these are the options
I gotta make it or make it, I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it man, these are the options
I gotta make it or make it, I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it man, these are the options
_ [Ab] _
He's in a yacht!
_ _ He's in a yacht! _ _
He's in a yacht!
_ [D] _ [Ab] He's in a yacht! _ _
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