Chords for SPM- Screwed Up Tape

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[B] I'm sorry for the things I did ain't [D] got thanks for all the times you let me live.
[B] I should have been dead a long time ago.
[D] Should have been me and not well.
Foot on [B] the pedal while I race through the hood.
Go to [D] revelations in your little black book.
My homies [B] all changing and the fucking shit hurts.
I never fuck [Bm] a friend unless they suck my dick first.
Creep [B] and I crawl, crawl till I fall.
Sell you [Bm] a 8 up, won't charge you for the straw.
They ask me [B] how long I have a copper job roughly.
Well, [Bm] I worked 6 months in the county as a [B] trustee.
I went to prison and I came back an [Bm] animal.
Southside, Houston, Smurda, Capito.
[B] My room was cursed, she's the first.
Die next to a student nurse, [Bm] put you in a brutal search.
I see your ass at least [B] first.
6 in the morning, police at my door.
[Bm] Fresh Jordan's pooping across my bathroom floor.
[B] Out the back window, I make my escape.
[Bm] Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape.
[B] 6 in the morning, police at my door.
[Bm] Fresh Jordan's pooping across my bathroom floor.
[B] Out the back window, I make my escape.
[D] Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape.
[B] My green light, I lost in Chiquito, Cagabalo.
[D] Haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow.
[B] Here it comes, they 5 up, ask me for ID.
[D] Play on his computer and fight some felony.
I [B] was high, fly in the WI.
[D] Every question last, I came back [B] with a lie.
He was searching my ride and found my 45.
[D] That's when I started digging, had to bust away my 9.
[B] Instead I ran, now your boy got away.
[Bm] That night we celebrate like it was a holiday.
[B] I used to be broke, didn't have big faces.
[Bm] I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages.
[B] No TV and no cartoons.
[Bm] My head for in the kitchen watching Plastic Spoons.
[B] I wasn't smoking tough on green, polished stuff.
[Bm] No diamonds on my wrist, only broken cuff.
[B] 6 in the morning, police at my door.
[Bm] Fresh Jordan's spooking across my bathroom floor.
[B] Out the back window, I make my escape.
[Bm] Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape.
[B] 6 in the morning, police at my door.
[Bm] Fresh Jordan's spooking across my bathroom floor.
[B] Out the back window, I make my escape.
[Bm] Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape.
[B] Oh no, what the fuck, I'mma come at some [D] buck.
Who wanna fuck with us?
Run like snuff or look for [B] cuss.
Protect my property, it would policy.
[D] I don't know how many times I gotta tell y'all to get off me.
[B] I'm singing all I need, smoking bitches close to me.
[D] When I kill you niggas, we can all live in harmony.
[B] This ain't motherfucking Warp Gravestone.
I want you once, leave us alone.
[D] Don't think you're my fucking own.
Claim your stone, cause that's mine.
[B] How can I make it any more clear?
My brother look like Buford Dear.
[Bm] 17 million in the year.
Still not thugging my cavalier.
[B] My people come right where I belong.
Mexican and African.
[D] Few white boys that's family.
Asian name, oh Emily.
[B] Indian that's an old hoe.
Killers out that methadone.
[Bm] Careful how your ass broach.
Get busted like you got snow.
[B] All the hoes, amuletos, smoking on that other joke.
[Bm] Rock the pens, water bottle, in my kitchen, making [B] calls.
6 in the morning, police at my door.
[Bm] Fresh Jordan's spooking across my bathroom floor.
[B] Out the back window, I make my escape.
[Bm] Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape.
[B] Cruising down the street, on my six hoes.
[Bm] Bumping my shit, riding on boats.
[B] Went to the park to get to school.
[Bm] Young niggas out there, cold shoots of hope.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _