Finer Things Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][Am]
[F][G]

[Chorus 1]
Yeah I [Am]know, whoa
You be posted up from Sunday
to Saturday night
Started hanging with the [F]members
then you blew a few pipes
And you gon' do the [G]dash
if you see them blue lights
A lot of people [Am]doubtin'
and it's a chance that you might
You got God on your side
but it's hard to do right
Don't pay them haters no [F]mind,
you can be what you like
Tryna leave this in the [G]past
grinding for a new life

[Verse 1]
Hard [Am]headed I grew up resilient
It wasn't no hero
so we look up to the villains
For gener[F]ations
bitch my side of town been drilling
We been at [G]war
ever since them red buildings
It's hard to [Am]make peace
once blood get to spilling aye
Lil wooski get to shooting like he filming
Yeah my [F]friends died too I know that feeling
I'm popping [G]ecstasy
to help me with the healing
Leah and [Am]lil baby my younger siblings
I really love them
so I treat em' like my children
Laylani [F]told me stack them bands
to the ceiling I switch my [G]swag up
can't you tell the difference
I'm finna [Am]feed the whole gang
with these millions
I'm finna buy my whole hood
with these millions
Girl if [F]I give you my time
that's a privilege
But I can [G]only give my heart to the realest

[Chorus 2]
Yeah I [Am]know, whoa
You be posted up from Sunday
to Saturday night
Started hanging with the [F]members
then you blew a few pipes
And you gon' do the [G]dash
if you see them blue lights
A lot of people [Am]doubtin'
and it's a chance that you might
You got God on your side
but it's hard to do right
Don't pay them haters no [F]mind,
you can be what you like
Tryna leave this in the [G]past
grinding for a new life

[Verse 2]
Lately I've been [Am]feeling like
fuck the street this shit a scam
These days if it ain't 'bout money
I don't give a damn
I'm just gone get [F]rich and fuck them
plastic hoes on instagram
Still with the [G]gang tho
one false move them killers blam
Still on that [Am]same block
for those who say they look for me
I ain't sacrifice the shit I lost,
it was took from me
Almost went in[F]sane,
went insane, went insane,
from all this [G]pain,
all this pain, all this pain
Turned that pain into [Am]passion
and made it happen
Shout out to the ones who doubted me,
they keep me laughing
Sippin' on this [F]codeine got me relaxing
She say she like how I be [G]swaggin'
she love my fashion
Vvs my [Am]diamonds
my jewelry flashin'
drip so hard I make puddles,
bitch, my Gucci splashin'
Fresh the death like my [F]closet
in a casket
Fresh the death like my [G]closet
in a casket

[Chorus 3]
Yeah I [Am]know, whoa
You be posted up from Sunday
to Saturday night
Started hanging with the [F]members
then you blew a few pipes
And you gon' do the [G]dash
if you see them blue lights
A lot of people [Am]doubtin'
and it's a chance that you might
You got God on your side
but it's hard to do right
Don't pay them haters no [F]mind,
you can be what you like
Tryna leave this in the [G]past
grinding for a new life
[Am]Ay, grinding for a new life,
grinding for a [F]new life
Grinding for a new [G]life, ay
[Am]
[F][G]
[Fade out]