Back Home (feat. Freddie Gibbs) chords and lyrics - ZEDS DEAD

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[Verse 1]
[F]Yeah[E]
[C]Yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah yeah
[F]Pack came in, dope showed up
Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up
[E]Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count fucked up, house blown up
[C]Count fucked up, house blown up

[Verse 3]
Fuckin' with me and my niggas we fed [C]up,
yeah
Nigga fuckin' with me it's a man down

[Verse 4]
Lord [F]I promise I been tryin'
to change my ways
Seems like the [E]money and
the bitches in my way
I lost my [C]mind so for my enemies
I pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their face,
say crime pays (crime pays)
Get [F]that yay,
whip that yay (yeah)

[Verse 5]
Fuckin' with [F]me and my niggas,
we fed [E]up
Fuckin' with [Em]me and my niggas
it's [E]man [C]down
So much dope in the trunk
but when I hit the city I ran out
So much dope in the trunk
but when I hit the city I ran out

[Verse 6]
Got [C]a cocaine [F]wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke,
lame bitch
Pocket full of [E]bands,
they my motherfuckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and
these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord
[C]Got

[Verse 7]
a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke,
lame bitch
Pocket full of bands,
they my motherfuckin' friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas and
these hoes ain't shit
Say [F]good Lord

[Verse 8]
Lord I promise [F]I been tryin'
to change my ways
Seems like [C]the money [E]and
the bitches [C]in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies
I pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their face,
say crime pays

[Verse 9]
[C]Somebody wanna [F]go to war with me,
to war with me
I got choppers in the [C]car [E]with me,
the squad [C]with me
You don't want to go to war
with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me,

[Verse 10]
the squad with me
[C]Bitch I'm smokin' [F]on that
Schwarzenegger, that terminator
I put meat and pota[E]toes on tables,
from flippin' yayo
My amigo got [C]fifty- three acres, a regulator
Got big nuts, I say fuck the world I might,
impregnate her
I'm a shark with the fork [F]and the pot,
the calculator
Don't get popped with the
flex [E]and finesse
Don't try my paper
I spray niggas,
straight 'til [C]they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got fifty- three acres,
a regulator
Drivin' up lets get this [F]paper,
get this paper

[Verse 11]
Fuckin' with [F]me and my niggas,
we fed [E]up
Fuckin' with [Em]me and my
niggas it's [E]man [C]down
Bitch I'm back on that dope
Boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
(boy I'm Xan'd out)
I relapse on that dope,
boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out

[Verse 12]
With a co[F]caine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke,
lame bitch
Pocket full [E]of bands, they my motherfuckin'
friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas
and these hoes ain't shit

[Verse 13]
Say good Lord
[C]Got a cocaine wrist
Never spend a dollar
on a broke, lame bitch
Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin'
friends 'til the end
'Cause these niggas
and these hoes ain't shit
Say good Lord

[Verse 14]
Lord [F]I promise I been tryin'
to change my ways
Seems like the [C]money
and the bitches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I
pray (you know I pray)
I look the police in their
face, say crime pays
Somebody [F]wanna go

[Verse 15]
to war
with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the [E]car with me,
the squad [C]with me
You don't want to go to war
with me, to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me,
the squad with me

[Verse 16]
(They don't wanna go to) [F](Fuckin' with
me and my niggas,
we fed up)

[Verse 17]
(Fuckin' with me [E]and [C]my

[Outro 1]
niggas, we fed up)
[C][F]
[E][C]