Chords for Young Jeezy - My President (Official Music Video) ft. Nas

_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ I ain't [A] write this s*** by the way, some real s*** [G#m] right [F#m] here. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
I [G#m] ain't write [F#m] this s*** by the way, some real s*** right here.
[D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G#m] [F#m] I ain't _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [E] write [F#m] this s*** by the way, some real s*** right here.
I ain't write this s*** by the way, some real s*** right here.
I ain't write this s*** by [A] the way, some real s*** right here.
I ain't write this s*** by the way, some real s*** right here.
My nephews and nieces, I will email [G#m] G's.
[F#m] Tell them forward to Moses, and see if she alive.
[D] Now I'm still a survivor, does that make me [E] a [F#m] convict?
Be all you can be, now don't that sound like some duck?
[A] When you die of a crude oil that's black as [G#m] Monte [F#m] Blue.
It's really a death storm, that's worth a month.
[D] Clue, catch me in Las Vegas, AR [E] Arizona.
[F#m] Rapper than real, I'm winning in [A] California.
Winning in Tennessee, hands [G#m] down [F#m] Atlanta.
Landslide Alabama, on my way to Savannah.
[D] My president is black, my lambo's blue.
[E] And I [F#m] be, with my rims and shoes.
My [A] mama ain't at home, so let's get to jail.
[G#m] Try [F#m] to make it look like everybody seen it.
My [D] president is black, my lambo's blue.
[E] And I [F#m] be, with my rims and shoes.
My [A] money's light green, and my jaws light gray.
[G#m] And they look [F#m] cheap, now I'm with the tribe, baby.
I [D] said I woke up this morning, headache [E] this [F#m] big.
Pay all these bills, feed all these [A] kids.
Buy all these school shoes, buy all these [G#m] school [F#m] clothes.
For some strange reason, my son addicted to polos.
[D] Let me suspend this dip, I'm addicted [E] to youth.
[F#m] And if the numbers is right, I'll take a trip out to Houston.
[A] Earthquake out of China, hurricane in [G#m] New Orleans.
[F#m] Street screams, so I show my *** in New [D] Orleans.
These *** are so slim, brought out, [E] be [F#m] cheap.
It's all love, but I'm forgiving your pimps.
[A] See, you know how the pimps be.
That *** don't [G#m] speak his [F#m] mind.
If he can speak down from heaven, he tell me stay on my [D] grind.
Tell him I'm doing fine, Obama for [E] [F#m] mankind.
We ready for change, so y'all let the man [A] shine.
Stunting old Martin Luther, feeling just [G#m] like a [F#m] king.
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had the [D] dream.
My president is black, my lambo's blue.
[E] And I [F#m] made my rims, so mama [A] ain't a ho.
Let's give it a chill, [G#m] it's my [F#m] make-up look.
Anybody see this?
My [D] president is black, my lambo's blue.
[E] And I [F#m] made my rims, my [A] money's like green and my joy's like gray.
[G#m] They love [F#m] cheap, now I'm with the chart-breaker.
Yeah, [D] black history, black history.
No president ever [E] did *** for [F#m] me.
Had to hit the streets, had to ***, so *** broke.
Then [A] he put us in jail, now *** can't go vote.
So I spend dough on [G#m] these ***.
[F#m] She ain't a politician, honey's a [D] ***.
My president is black, [E] rose gold [F#m] and charms.
22-inch rims like Hulk [A] Hogan's arms.
With thousands of peoples, it's riled up [G#m] to see [F#m] you.
That kid aroused your ego, we got mouths to feed.
[D] So gotta stay true to who you are and where [E] you came [F#m] from.
Cause at the top of me, the same place you came [A] from.
No matter how big you could ever [G#m] be, for [F#m] whatever fee.
Or publicity, never lose your [D] integrity.
For years, there's been some prize horses in [E] this stable.
[F#m] Just two albums in, I'm the realest on this label.
[A] Mr.
Black President, no Obama [G#m] for real.
[F#m] They gotta put your face on the $5,000 bill.
[D] My president is black, my lambo's blue.
[E] And I [F#m] beat the ***, damn it, my rims ain't true.
Mama [A] ain't at home, your dad's still in jail.
[G#m] [F#m] Tryna make it look like everybody seen his ***.
My [D] president is black, my lambo's [E] blue.
And I [F#m] beat the ***, damn it, my rims ain't true.
My [A] money's like green and my joints like gray.
And [G#m] they love [F#m] the G, now I'ma jump it.
I'ma [D] jump it.
See I'm sitting here right now, man.
[E] I'ma [F#m] jump it.
It's June 3rd.
_ _ [A] 208 AM. _
I [G#m] wanna say [F#m] win, lose, or try, man.
We should congratulate y'all already, homie.
[D] See I motivate the thugs, right?
You motivate [E] us, [F#m] homie.
That's what it is.
It's a hands-off policy.
[A] Y'all touching me right. _
_ _ [G#m] [F#m] First black president.
Win, lose, or try.
_ [D] _ Matter of fact, [E] you know what it [F#m] is, man.
Southside Jack Rousey.
Booker T.
Watson, [A] homie.
Oh, y'all ain't think I knew that?
Silly [G#m] Porter, he ain't [F#m] what they do. _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _