Could've Been Me Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][Bm][Am]
[F][G]
[Am][G][Am]
[F]
[G]I was 5 years

[Verse 1]
[Am]
old when I had to grow up
My momma stressed out
and my [Bm]father lost [Am]her
A n***a so [F]obese,
why my n***a so drugged?
I spill champag[C]ne for my
[F]n****s caught [G]up
I mess my lil' [Am]bro up, he
not here with us
I can still hear the sounds
when my [G]block shot up
[Am]See them under[F]ground
with his eyes wide shut
Thinkin' it could be [C]me
[G]I've been dreamin' bout this [Am]day
since I was in the Jets
I couldn't wait to put a Cuban choke
[Bm]around my neck
[Am]Started eatin' all [F]these beats
and shittin' on my ex
Bought my dad a Louis Duffel,
give my momma check
[G]And now I'm out in [Am]Cali like I got it made
All my songs are getting played,
now I'm [G]getting paid
Nowadays [Am]a n***a hap[F]py,
so I never frown
Got my chain from Greg,
you know I'm [C]bust down
[G]When my pops got [Am]free, he started pouring up
I was sick till my stomach
started [Bm]throwing up
[Am]I was 20 years you[F]ng,
started glowing up
Blowing up and now
these fake n****s showing up
[G]Showing up, showing [Am]love,
but I know it's fucked
Cause they were never down
when [G]I was a scrub
[Am]I grew up in the tre[F]nches
riding with the thugs
And now I'm dodging groupies
while they dodging slug[G]s
I was five years [Am]old when I had to grow up
My momma stressed out
and my [G]father laughed up
A [Am]n***a so [F]beast,
why my n***a so drug?
I spilled champag[C]ne for my
[F]n***a's car, [G]uh
I miss my lil' [Am]bro, can I get with us?
I can still hear the sounds
when my [G]blocks shot up
[Am]Hit him on t[F]he ground
with his eyes wide shut,
thinkin' it could be [C]me
[G]Man, it coulda been [Am]me, shoulda been me
You walkin' with a strap and [G]he only 13
He [Am]was f[F]lippin' packs,
Lord have mercy
Now his bro is depressed
and his dad's hurt, [G]G
And [Am]the same n***a tried to fight me
But that's just life for
[G]a n***a like [Am]me
Coming from the [F]block,
coming from the slimy
Where I am today,
man, [C]that's unlike [G]me
I was five years [Am]old when I had to grow up
My momma stressed out
and my [Bm]father locked [G]up
A [Am]n***a so [F]obese,
why my n***a so drug?
I spilled champag[C]ne
for my n***a's car [G]up
I miss my lil' [Am]bro, he not here with us
I can still hear the sounds
with my [G]black shirt [Am]up
Seen him on [F]the ground
with his eyes wide shut
Thinking it could be [C]me[G][Am]
Cause I was on the same block
in my [Bm]black [Am]gown[F]
I was on the same block,
stole the black [G]gown[Am][G][Am][F]
[G]you