Chords for Same Story, Different Beat

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Same story on a different beat.
[Db] The same [Bb] position I sit in, I didn't [Eb] lift my feet.
Some [Bb] bitch wanna kick it, I gotta [Db] hit the street.
If I [Bb] didn't go get it, I guess we [Eb] didn't meet.
[B] Backstressing, this dickhead just come [Bbm] evicted me.
[Bb] Backstretching this coke, sipping this [Eb] ricotine.
I swear I [B] only write tracks so people [Db] get to see that I ain't playing.
[Bb] All of these head fucks really dead to me.
I'm still [B] waking up sweating thinking she's [Db] next to me.
I'm too [Bb] scared to see friends, I know they think [Ebm] less of me.
No [Bb] home, where the fuck would there be a [Bbm] rest for me?
I keep on messing [Bb] people up, why the fuck they keep [Ebm] letting me?
Stripper bitches keep coming over on [Bbm] ketamine.
Then I lay [Bb] with them, telling them how my [Ebm] head has been.
But there's [Abm] too many things I wish that I'd [Eb] never seen
and never say it loud, so I wonder how could we ever be?
Trust [B] issues, swear I can feel the [Bbm] devil's teeth.
Why don't we [Bb] talk anymore?
You said you'd [Eb] never leave.
These cut bricks [B] got me numb, I feel like a [Db] little pig.
These debt collectors [Bb] keep sending letters I [Eb] better read.
Fuck, I locked [Abm] so many kilos, swear I'd [Bbm] never eat.
I still remember [Bb] what she said to me, it's [Eb] setting me on fire.
Let [B] me die, just throw me in the [Bbm] cemetery.
But I'ma do this shit [Bb] for my kids till the day I [Eb] die.
Yeah, we hustle [B] cause we raw.
[Db] Praying that my brother never suffer [Bb] anymore.
Homies know I'm nothing but I'm running up the ball.
Homie, I've [Db] been fucking crying since my son was [Bb] never born.
Homies [Ebm] never call, so I'm burning [Abm] up the fumes.
Telling [Bbm] me I hurt her and it hurt [Bb] because it's true.
Devil's [Eb] got me nervous, got the herbal [Abm] in my room.
Baby, I was never perfect, [Eb] but I'm perfect just for you.
Like, fuck, no stress in [B] recession, we in the black [Db] wrangle.
I got the coppers [Bb] arresting me from a stacked [Eb] angle.
And Husky robbing [B] for profit, we take the back [Db] angle.
Brother got the spirit, [Bb] we bottled him down with Jack [Eb] Daniel.
Alleyway in [B] a J and you know we bottle [Db]-sipping.
I'm off a door to [Bb] my brother's, no I've been snotty [Eb] piffin'.
Liquor's pouring, [Abm] my brother's no since I've gotten [Bbm] millions.
Demons got me high, they're [Bb] my problems like I've been robbing [Ebm] Williams.
See Eagle, [Bb] fuck it, I be the manly [Db] type.
See Evil, [Bb] hustling for this grandma [Eb] wife.
I had a wife, she [B] was struggling for a chance at [Db] life.
She was super-styling, [Bb] cutting up with a Stanley [Ebm] knife.
But she be better [Abm] now, so ironic.
Cause [Bbm] I'm getting on the double, I'm [Bb] probably on my second [Eb] ounce.
Losing health, but [Abm] I'm wealthy and got a better [Bbm] house.
Send a letter, I'm [Bb] sorry, this brother let you down.