Chords for Uplift

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_ _ [Am] world to see.
Levantare.
Yo, what's this?
Yo, what's this?
Yo, it's time to uplift.
They think all we do is bust clips and puff clips and plus whips, plus chips and [F#] plus dips.
Plonk [A] rocks, and Fort Knox, and on blocks.
Torn cops with more props than we want not.
Manhandling with your mans in them.
Scrambling, gambling, plans to win.
While cops clock, thieves block em.
Women watch em.
Traitors wanna top em.
Ay yo, what's the problem?
Before the locks knock em, opposite players [E] plot to rob em.
The ghetto got em.
My man said it's [Am] rough at the top.
Levantare.
Ghetto alert.
Let's do [Gm] whatever work [Am] to get rid of the curse.
We went from first to America's worst on this competitive turf.
Now let's inherit the earth.
Let's go and blast with one another.
It's called shot.
We 12 o'clock, then the next ball drop.
All year round, cause we shuffling nonstop.
You think it's rough at the bottom, see me rougher on top.
A peep's gonna have to preach and turn for me.
And everybody's side of the street, the beat's sunny.
Ain't nothing funny.
Burn money and [E] burn honeys.
And earn money and watch the century [Am] turn 20.
Levantare.
We all should.
From the woods to the big cities and the small hood.
Everybody should be welcome to ball if you're on foot.
But we ball cause we broad.
Yo, it ain't all gold.
We need to [A] play right, stay tight with your A in life.
Keep your game tight, no need to play trite.
Get cheese from daylight till the late night.
And it shouldn't take death to appreciate life.
Before a lot perish, God's a terrorist.
And for long letters, be proper nervous.
To the black flurry in this metropolis.
Stay on [E] top of this.
You know what the profit is.
Be [Am] prosperous.
Levantare.
Now we neck broken.
Respect the next person, it'll be less hated.
All that lurking.
While we kept our neck broken.
Connect set for certain.
Total neck broken.
Last chance to advance the stats plans.
If you have plans to have fam in Mad Land.
Own shine, condone crime, my whole nine.
I know what the problem is, killing our [A] own kind.
I'm a flame thrower.
Train sober.
Remain soldiers.
Stay sane so these pretty dames can move.
I'm a seraph of rainbows and Range Rovers.
[E] So the train goers.
Claim your fame, maintain till [Am] your game's over.
Levantare.
Ghetto alert.
Let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse.
We went from first to America's worst.
On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the hearse.
Let's fall class with one another, it calls stock.
12 o'clock, to the next ball drop.
All year round, we shuffling nonstop.
You think it's rough at the bottom, see them rougher on top.
A peep's gonna have to reach a turn for me.
In everybody's side of the street, a peep's money.
Ain't nothing funny.
Burn money [E] and burn honeys.
And earn money and watch the sets of [Am] these times, yeah.
[N] Levantare. _ _