Chords for The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Aretha Franklin - Everyday Struggle (Dead Battery Mashup)

I know how it feel to wake up _ _ _ from the cell People look at you like you's the yule
Drunk to all the losers, mad who the abuser?
But they don't know about your [Bm] stress-filled day
Maybe on the way, mad bills to pay That's why you drink tangeray, so [E] _ _ [A] you're [F#m] so devilish
I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew, flipping over 60 twos
D-E-T, what's D-I-T?
I had to get D-A-T, that's why my mom's hate me
She was forced to kick you [Bm] out, no doubt Then I figured out, bitch, went for 20 pounds clout
Packed up my tools for my [E] raw power move Block [A] 19 for casting [F#m] flower moves
But Trump's trying to stop my flow And what they don't know is
Someone's the autopsy, when does he pop me?
Does not be a prick, act with such a style
Maybe he won't try to hear it Smoking that new porch, [Bm] cause I'm doing court
floor And I'm soaking it, I caught it, in [D] court, New York
Get me in the can like it's [C#] gingerbread, man You better have you got in [F#m] hand, cuz
The moment [Bm] I wake up, _ _ _ before I [E] _ [A] find Major [D] I say a little prayer [C#] for you _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ I'm in [Bm] my head now, _ _ and wondering [E] where [A] to when _ [D] I say a little prayer [C#] for you
_ I [F#m] had the last of the plan, I'm in the caravan On my way to Maryland, with my man Tutex
To take over this project, they call him Tutex He's broke to death, and when he starts to
talk He like to ask who's next
I got my honey on [Bm] the Amtrak With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash I'm [E] over 100, make some quick [A] cash
I told the chief, go be [F#m] lieutenant, bitch got gas
At last, I'm literally lounging black Sitting back, counting double digit thousand
stacks Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps
Toyota deal-a-thon, had it cheap on the jeeps See who got smoked, [Bm] what rumors were spread
Last I heard I was dead, with six tips I got the phone [C#] call
It couldn't hit me harder, we got [F#m] infiltrated Lady know at the corner, her attack got murdered
In the town, I never heard of her Some bitch named Alberta, over nickel-plated
murder And my bitch, swear to God she gon' snitch
I told her once she eats the bricks, I make the hooker rich
Cos' bear with [Bm] ease, he'll be home in three A little thin, I look out [D] for the whole family
A true G, black [C#] speed, blowing like a bubble In the [F#m] everyday struggle
The moment [Bm] I wake up, _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [A] I make up, and it's [D] like I said it, I'm back for [C#] you
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I've got a gun in [Bm] my hand now, _ _ and I'm wondering [E] what else [A] to wear _
[D] I said it, I'm back for [C#] you _ _
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