Chords for Polo G - 21 (Official Audio)

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[Bm] Decorate your block with red tape, phone them sliding every day
[G] Bunch of hollows spinning off the block
I've [Bm] been serving fiends all [D] day, out there posting with the gang
[G] Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's [Bm] a hundred bands in the safe, now I got a specific taste
[G] Michael, Mary, James, fill them up with knives
I've been on my [Bm] grind every [D] day, don't believe in taking breaks
[G] I ain't stopping till we chilling out the top
Serving on [Bm] the E-Way, don't care if I crash in this coupe
Some think about Q-Real, might lose my [D] mind in this coupe
[A] Can't relapse [Bm] off these drugs, man, [D] I'll repeat the juice
We was taking [G] off them percs, I'll pop my last one with you
My tape with [Bm] my day ones, ain't trying to find no recruits
We was playing [G] give and take on that front line with my troops _
They like, [Bm] who on smoke?
[D] We got plenty guns
Keep [G] two little savages on S and they gon' get it done
[Bm] And them hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs
See what's [G] going down on the set, that's when the shit was fun
I [Bm] just been balling on these [D] niggas like I'm Kendrick Nunes
Every [G] day my birthday bitches lit, I just heard 21
[Bm] Decorate your block with red tape, phone them sliding every day
[G] Bunch of hollows spinning [D] out the Glock
I been [Bm] serving fiends all [D] day, after I posted with the gang
[G] Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's a [Bm] hundred bands in the safe, now I gotta spin the [G] tape
Michael, Mary, James, pull them up or not
I been [Bm] on my grind every [D] day, don't believe in taking breaks
[G] I ain't stopping till we chilling out the top
Ever [Bm] since I stepped up in this game, I been a bomb threat
I was [G] in the trenches trying to steal life beyond that
[Bm] Cause complacent niggas usually [D] die up in they complex
Nigga, [G] where I'm from, they turned death into a contest
Living [Bm] by the gun, put all my trust into this compact
My niggas [G] went to war but they ain't get no Vietnam check
Lil' bro [Bm] on his head, he tryna [D] make his brains ooze
Lil' bitch, I'm [G] from the north side where they raise goons
Took losses [Bm] in these streets, shit got me singing gang blues
I been a [G] real nigga, for this shit became cool
I'm the type to switch [Bm] my watch up every time [D] I change moves
He the type to [G] get excited cause he made the shade room _
[Bm] Decorate your block with red tape, phone, I'm sliding everyday
Bunch of hollows spitting [D] out the Glock
I been [Bm] serving fiends all [D] day, out there posting with the gang
[G] Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's a [Bm] hundred bands in the safe, now I got a specific [G] taste
Michael, Mary, James, pull them up or not
I been on [Bm] my grind every [D] day, don't believe in taking breaks
I [G] ain't stopping till we chilling out the top _ _ _
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