Ghetto Divorce Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Dm]Yeah, [Am]so I guess[C] by the time you
Get this [Am]kite, I'll [G]be ghost, [Em]right?
[Am]Yup, check it

[Verse 2]
For too many years, I had yo back
And for too many years, you gave me slack
Tell me, what did you think
That I was a idiot?
Or, how many years you thought
I'd take yo shit i'm out
I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs
In exchange for the kids,
and my happiness
Ghetto divorce, how real is this?
And oh yeah
Tell you side bitch she In Like Flint
I left enough food to last until
the weekends
And when it's all gone
Go eat wit your friends
Since thats, who you cherish,
more then me
The one who carried every last
One of your seeds
The one who did a bid for you
When you copped one and three
The one who was on yo side
When you copped yo first ki
Me and you kid, we was meant to be
Who'd think that the streets will
Make you flip on Queen

[Verse 3]
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on [Am]You
won't appreciate a real
Bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama and
Don't bother callin me
You'll never find a woman that

[Verse 4]
Looked out like me
[Am]
For, many years concentrated on you
Lost focus on myself,
seperated from my crew
Allowed you to drain down,
my soul slowly
I'd rather be in the projects
Then stress and luxeries
So they're for I'm leavin
you wit all yo ice
That shit wasn't worth
bein alone at night
That shit wasn't worth worryin
If you was alright so ignorant
You never knew your wrongs from
your rights
Never understood it was always
About the respect
Not about bein yo main chick
Wit begettes on my neck
Not about bein me bein the baddest
Bitch in the hottest whip
It was about you bein a real
Man to me and yo kids, yo heard

[Verse 5]
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on [Am]You
won't appreciate a real
Bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama and
Don't bother callin me
You'll never find a woman who
Looked out like me
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
You won't appreciate a real
Bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama hang
yo lame apology

[Verse 6]
True [Am]I, made the choice to a wife to a thug
But you gotta understand
At first it was about the love
But now, I don't know who
the fuck you are
I thought I never say "I
Miss"when the times was hard
When all I had was you,
and you had me
Instead of pushin big boys
We was pushin our feets
I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty
I lived how you lived
By the codes of the streets
But you broke that son
When you flipped out on me
You'll never find another chick that'll
Hold you down like Queen
Never, another chick that'll help
You grip yo bricks
Never, another chick will love
You without yo chips
Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six
You gon miss me when I'm gone
PS it was real kid

[Verse 7]
Uh huh, Miss [Am]Jones break it down

[Outro 1]
How you feel about this
[Am]