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Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
[B][Bdim][F][E][C]
[Em][F]

[Verse 1]
I'll [C]be trap
pin' way [F]before I [Em]work [E]a 8 to a[Em] 4[E]
[Em]Glad I got myself together,
'cause I hated being broke
Di[C]or duffel,
got a hunnid K [B]in an envelope
[F]Sent her on a vacation,
and [B]she came [Em]back with dope
Whether it's [Dm]strippers [Bdim]or some opps, we
[Dm]gotta [Em]bring out the pole
Started a argument in the club
[Dm]and we l[Em]eft [Dm]with his s[Em]oul
Lately, [Bm]making fifty racks don't [Bdim]feel
the same [Dm]to me no more
I'm done [Bdim]helping [G]every[Dm]body,
ain't got no sympathy no more
If [Em]you ain't

[Verse 2]
[E]putting on the drink,
then you ain't sippin' lean no more
Time after time,
the system took [Em]the ones that meant [E]to me the most
Life was a horror [Bm]movie,
I feel [E]like I'm meant [C]to be in Ghost
I see some designer clothes,
feel like I'm meant to be in those
[F]Since I [Em]got some c[F]hange,
I think about [E]bringing them things on the boat
Since my first ring,
[C]I kept on [E]buying them row af[Em]ter row
It don't [C]take no effort for me [B]to smoke
a [F]whole bag of dope
It don't take no effort for me to
fuck a hoe after a show
Feds [Em]ask me questions,
I won't tell them what they wanna [E]know
Every[Em]day, I do what I want and I
go everywhere I wanna go
Now my [Bm]jeans are Saint [Bdim]Laurent,
Balen[Dm]ciaga on my coat
[F]Money [C]Mitches paid in ful[Dm]l,
[G]I ain't n[Dm]ever pay a note
[C]I'll be trappin'

[Verse 3]
way [F]before
I [Em]work [E]a 8 to a 4
[Em]Glad I got myself together,
[C]'cause I [Em]hated being broke
[C]Dior duffel,
got a hunnid K [B]in an envel[F]ope
Sent her [Bdim]on a vaca t[F]ion,[Dm]
[F]and [Em]she came [F]back with [Em]dope
Whether it's [Bdim]strippers or some opps, we
[Dm]gotta bring out [Em]the pole
Started a argument in the club
[Dm]and we l[Em]eft with his soul
Lately, [Bm]making fifty racks don't
[Bdim]feel the[Dm] same to me no more
I'm done helping [F]every[Dm]body,
ain't got no sympathy no more

[Verse 4]
Got [Em]some [E]killas waiting for me,
down to tell them "it's a go"
I got ruts inside my blunt,
but [Em]it's the enemies I smoke
[E]I'm a fre[Em]quent shop[B]per,
[E]they know [Em]all my [F]size at every store
They be fol[C]lowing [F]me [C]around,
soon as I walk in the door
Far from [Em]broke, in two years,
[F]I made [E]seven mil' on the low
[C]Ain't no [F]problem,
[C]ain't no pat down when they [Em]let me in the door
Just [Bm]'cause [C]I slap your [G]hand don't
[C]mean I [G]consider you my bro
[F]Lately [Dm]I've been getting bread,
[F]I fill my oven up with dough
Off [E]the X, I don't wanna eat,
don't worry about calories no more
Get bags everyday,
[Em]I don't wanna get no salary no more
[E]All the cool guys [Bdim]in my high school,
[E]I done probably s[F]old them dope
Used to want his [Em]girl,
if she [C]pull up I end up in her throat

[Verse 5]
I'll be [C]trappin' way
[Dm]before I [E]work a 8 to a 4
[C]Glad I [Em]got myself together,
'cause I hated being broke
Di[C]or duffel,
got a hunnid K [B]in an envel[F]ope
Sent her [Bdim]on a vaca[F]tion,
and she came back with dope
Whether it's [Bdim]strippers or some
opps, we gotta [Dm]bring out [E]the pole
Star[Em]ted a argument in the club
[Dm]and we left with his s[Em]oul
Lately, [Bm]making fifty racks don't [Bdim]feel
the same to me [Dm]no more
I'm done helping [F]every[Dm]body,

[Outro 1]
ain't got no sympathy no more
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