Levitate Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[F]
[E]You know I kee[F]p my eyes wide,
Eastside fly guy,
Flatbush tie -dye,
Purple label bow -tie,
[Em]Shoot straight [E]cross -eyed,
Gold gun, golden eyes,
See police, slow to rise.
I had a bitch with the flies,
barracks, I broke [F]her heart,
Used to call me
Escobar,
Skin fade, waves with the part,
[E]We dressed alike,
but our mind was on [Esus4]dif ferent
levels, I drove [E]her crazy till the chain broke,
Switchin' [F]gears, foot on the pedal,
I'm goin' forward, fuck outta here
I blow a kiss and I got her,
I never have to stare
[E]Who usin' stairs just to
escalate a style?
Spent hot lines,
I charge a fee when you start to dial up
[F]You niggas boo -boo,
bendy when you gotta cut
I got a scarface,
forever feelin' tough
[E]My heart, punk, bravado, since
Eddie
Jones
Cedric
Sabalos, before
Kobe went to
L .A. and was poppin' bottles
[F]For real, homie, from the 21 -2,
I'm with the realest of real
So what the [Em]fuck you gonna
do before [E]I leave?
100 keep it to the
G's who come [Esus4]home with
JLID[E]s[F][E][Em]
I made [F]some really poor decisions
A young and lost assistant
that strongly forced
a vision
Amongst us all was winning
Made [E]a brother switch sports
From basketball to pitching
I baseballed just based
Trying to fall off
of the mechanical [F]rack
Riding that glass pipe
I was on submission
From hand -in -handing [Em]it all
To phone [Am]calls,
[F]commissions in [E]one shot
Unclouded all my vision
My cousin gone, I miss him
They did him around my
way to this [F]day
Feel like [E]I'm paying the true cost [F]of living
It's my fault they hit him, I pray the
Lord is with him
And [Em]when it rained [E]it poured,
feds came storming
And then I escaped indictment,
but my boys all [Em]in prison
I [F]was left with this pen in my hand,
telling my damn story
Feeling it's a way to repent
and get to pass off [E]me
So I scribble in this pass awfully,
knowing there's a reason
I got one more shot, demand [Em]glory[F][Em]
[F]
Yo, you know niggas never play like that, like,
like, [Em]like, like
Chris
Angel and that
David
Blaine nigga, but
That real shit that real niggas feel,
[F]you feel me, don't buy [E]it[Em]
[F][Em]
[E]
you