Chords for YelaWolf "SKALLYWAG" Freestyle

_ _ It looks like_ _ _ _
Bald head Scallywag
May be dead
Bald head Scallywag
_ _ Talking this and that
You may have another
Shut up bitch
You may have another Hello _ _ _ _ _
_ Hello
Just plain crazy Hello _
_ Just plain crazy Yeah
_ What you want to do?
_ Look
[Bb] Huh?
Ain't nothing [Eb] wrong with me
Except for maybe my ambition
[C] If I'm crazy for dreaming
[Eb] That I fell down from a long tree
Hit every limb on the way down
And bought my [C] noggin
A hollow [Eb] head, my mama said
Is someone knocking?
That's why keeping me from winning
Is a major [Bb] job
Because I [Eb] wish a motherfucker would
I pray to God
Yellow wolf and I'm an egg
In the frying [E] pan
Couple loose [Eb] screws on the hubcap Tire's hand
_ Possibly my papa see
He got the key, the [E] H to C
He got that [Eb] private property
He drop the C, the crock P.P.
The gots and me, the pipe, the weed
Where did it lead?
It [E] led me down, it led me [Eb] up to LSD Yeah, logically Yeah
White boys all over the world getting bald
Cause they know just what I'm talking [E] about
Black boys all over the world [Eb] getting bald
Cause they know just what I'm talking about
Brown boy, yellow boy, whatever the hell boy
Follow my trail, they lost the route
[F] So many more foes running with [Eb] the mojo
Than I could have made a show like Austin Powell
[Ebm] Words with words, I'm called Blizzard McFlurry
No wine, no cloak, reserve, yes sir, certainly
My box goes round the curb real slow, no hurry
Then out my window goes the gun for purging _
Look, look like deer's in a cage
So Jesus take the wheel, you steer, I'll slay
Then we'll go get a couple cold beers, what you say?
And he handed me a solid gold Draco engraved in
[Eb] Pop, pop, pop, pop, I just drop off
I said, mama, the fuck was that?
[C] He said, that's why I [Eb] say, hey man, nice shot
That's a nice shot, man
Blood drops on a hundred-couple white men
Lay down with the hand of a white [Fm] man, damn
And I sleep [Eb] like a baby with the gold Draco
Laying on the nightstand, watching too much Killer Mike
[Ebm] Sometimes it sucks to be human
Sometimes it sucks to [Eb] be white
Dealing with these institutions
Thank God I have mixed children
That is my contribution
[E] Without them I [Eb] probably would snap
But I'll just use the music, soon reboot it
I'm ready, Eddie, I'll use my noodle like mom's spaghetti
[Fm] The truth is brutal, it's [Eb] hard and heavy
But the truth is useful, then lies are deadly
So keeping it real is not playing
It's a must-have, gotta [D] live thing
To some of y'all, it's just a [Ebm] new game
Like a muskrat with a shoestring Choice
Now that's what graffiti writers used to call lames
I used to be a graffiti writer
So I know how to scale and bomb trains Noise
Now that's what my uncle used to call hip-hop
Ninety percent of the time when I listen to new shit
I say the same thing Choice
Either you gotta make one or they'll make one up for you
Being original, not a percentage of a dying train
Just to make bang Poise
Position of power's a blessing but can be a curse
Be the worth of your soul, not the worth of your pocket and purse
Now let's get this bitch cramped
I _ just shook y'all motherfuckers _ _ _ _ _ _
Black truck, masked up, 10T, no [Bb] sleep
Robbin' [Eb] the house on the hill
I came up with hooks and took [E] that risk
To [Eb] die or I'll get real
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