Chords for Polo G - Trials & Tribulations (Official Audio)

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[D#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ I stood ten toes, I couldn't [A#m] fold a penny Them streets would [B] turn a good kid into a
cold or savvy No point in [D#m] church cause the preacher can't
keep [C#] them poles from clapping [D#m] It seem like evil or my soul attracting
Hope for forgiveness for my sins while [C#] I load the ratchet
Playing with [B] bundles of that raw that don't get sold to addicts
Forever [D#m] scarred cause the way I lost my [C#] bros was tragic
Remember how we [D#m] came up like damn this wasn't supposed to happen
A nigga plottin' on me and I'ma have his [C#] homies cryin'
Go handle that, [B] they wipe his nose way before we try
Can't really fiend to a nigga when I [C#] know he lyin'
Love my lil' [D#m] killer, keep him with me cause I know he ridin'
Hood on my back was bustin' two-folds like [C#] Kobe Bryant
Sometimes I [B] think like what's the likelihood of Kobe dying?
And that I [D#m] ate, I dropped the top to let my [C#] rollies shine
Make all these [D#m] bitches stop and stare like girl he know he fine
Looking at this jury thinking back when we was [C#] scheming for meals
I took my [B] Glock on tour with me way OT with the steel
Might put my [D#m] heart out on these beats till all my [C#] secrets reveal
You know the [D#m] fake gon' knock a nigga when he keeping it real
Too much Madison is raw, she got me [C#] fiending for pills
If them bullets [B] ain't take out, lil' bitch here be in the field
I got [D#m] soldiers marching looking for a [C#] reason to kill
He passionate [D#m] about the murder, slang that he with some skill
I stood ten toes, I [C#] couldn't fold a pendant
Them streets would [B] turn a good kid into a cold or savage
No point in [D#m] church cause the preacher can't keep [C#] them poles from clapping
[D#m] It seem like evil while my soul attracted
Hope for forgiveness for my sins while [C#] I load the ratchet
Playing with [B] bundles of that raw, that dope gets old to [D#m] addict
Forever scarred cause the way I lost my [C#] bros was tragic
Remember how we [D#m] came up like damn this wasn't supposed to happen
You know the come up was [C#] real when your mans hate
[B] I just wanna beg for their network and grow my fan base
[D#m] I just spend my life up on that [C#] beat and switch my landscape
[D#m] I been trying to load up on them hunnids till them bands break
They say money talk, them [C#] VVS's help it translate
And [B] robbers get some hot shit out the nine when them cans shake
[D#m] These days niggas log [C#] in on who they wanna be
[D#m] Beat up in the county nigga better get that phone to me
I ain't got it all so could you [C#] please watch your tone with me
[B] Got my granny tripping trying to figure out what's wrong with me
[D#m] I'm from where you gotta make it [C#] happen when you wanna eat
[D#m] They know I'm a spazzy, every time I breathe on the beat
I stood ten toes, I [C#] couldn't fold a pendant
Them streets [B] would turn a good kid into a cold or savage
No point [D#m] in church cause the preacher can't keep [C#] them poles from clapping
[D#m] It seem like evil while my soul attracted
Hope for forgiveness for my sins while [C#] I load the ratchet
Playing [B] with bundles of that raw, that dope gets old to [D#m] addict
Forever scarred cause the way I lost [C#] my bro's was tragic
Remember how [D#m] we came up like damn this wasn't supposed to happen
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