21 chords and lyrics - POLO G

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[Intro 1]
[Em][C]
[Em][C]

[Chorus 1]
Decorate your [Em]block with red tape,
foenem slidin' every day
Bunch of [C]hollows spittin' out the Glock
I been servin' [Em]fiends all day,
out there posted with the gang
Nigga, [C]we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hunnid [Em]bands in the safe,
now I got expensive taste
Mike A[C]miri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my [Em]grind every day,
don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't [C]stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

[Verse 1]
Swervin' on the [Em]E-way, don't care
if I crash in this coupe
Shit I'm thinkin' 'bout too [C]real,
might lose my mind in this coupe
Can't relapse off these [Em]drugs,
man, R.I.P. to Juice
We was tweakin' off them [C]Percs,
I popped my last one with you
Bond tight with my day [Em]ones,
ain't tryna find no recruits
We was playin' give and [C]take
on that front line with my troops
Ayy, like [Em]who want smoke?
We got plenty guns
Keep two lil' [C]savages on X
and they gon' get it done
And them [Em]hollow tips do surgery,
they gon' clip his lungs
It was goin' [C]down on the set,
that's when this shit was fun
I just been [Em]ballin' on these niggas
like I'm Kendrick Nunn
Every day my [C]birthday, bitch,
it's lit, I just turned 21

[Chorus 2]
Decorate your [Em]block with red tape,
foenem slidin' every day
Bunch of [C]hollows spittin' out the Glock
I been servin' [Em]fiends all day,
out there posted with the gang
Nigga, [C]we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hunnid [Em]bands in the safe,
now I got expensive taste
Mike A[C]miri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my [Em]grind every day,
don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't [C]stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

[Verse 2]
Swervin' on the E-way, [Em]stepped up
in this game, I've been a bomb threat
I was in the [C]trenches,
tryna see a life beyond that
'Cause complacent [Em]niggas
usually die up in they complex
Nigga, where I'm [C]from,
they turn death into a contest
Livin' by the [Em]gun,
put all my trust into this compact
My niggas went to [C]war,
but they ain't get no Vietnam check
Lil' bro want his [Em]head,
he tryna make his brains ooze
Lil' bitch, I'm from the [C]Northside
where they raise goons
Took losses in these [Em]streets,
shit got me singin' gang blues
I been a real [C]nigga 'fore this shit became cool
I'm the type to switch my [Em]watch up
every time I change moods
He the type to get ex[C]cited
'cause he made The Shade Room

[Chorus 3]
Decorate your [Em]block with red tape,
foenem slidin' every day
Bunch of [C]hollows spittin' out the Glock
I been servin' [Em]fiends all day,
out there posted with the gang
Nigga, [C]we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hunnid [Em]bands in the safe,
now I got expensive taste
Mike A[C]miri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my [Em]grind every day,
don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't [C]stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top

[Outro 1]
[Em][C]
[Em][C]
[Repeat and fade]