Myb (feat. starlito) chords and lyrics - KEVIN GATES

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Dear Heavenly Father,
I come to you [Dm]seeking comfort in dep[Am]ressed times
[Dm]This is a depressed time[Am][Dm][Am]
Luca Brasi!

[Verse 2]
Every [Am]rapper in the game'll say they
sold cocaine
Never went to jail was
Never on no chain
Always throwing crosses that's
what lil' hoes get
Claim to [Dm]be a [Am]boss but you
a lil' broke bitch,
Reason you alive thank the niggas you run wit,
I was in a cell witchu and
you ain't run [Dm]shit,
[Am]Told me put my shoes on,
But you ain't scratch
I wreck hall an[Dm]d jack off and
[Am]then was so [Dm]laid back
For niggas [Am]you would make calls,
Don't that sound like draft
When I call a bitch in love she
get here oh so fast,
Fucking right I read my bible,
I believe in God,
Yeah you punched [D]me in my [Am]shit but
you did not hit hard (laughs)

[Verse 3]
I have respect for every [Am]man that
demand your respect,
Nigga still alive,
he lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before
I pull a nigga [Dm]dick,
All you pussy rappers just be [Am]pulling
niggas dick (ya bitch)

[Verse 4]
Behind my name I'm [Am]standing
tall and will [Dm]die any [Am]day,
As I grew wise I thought that I
would put that foolish pride away,
If you cross can't take a loss,
I can't walk [Dm]away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd
ever let you [Am]walk away

[Verse 5]
R- E- S- P- E- C- T this heat,
I keep that Glock with me
Caught two pistol charges still got
my L's and reciprocity
Never be a celebrity,
all this beef where the broccoli
I'm [Dm]obviously not wrapped to [Am]tightly,
probably better off offing me
A nigga better watch how he talk to me,
like how I watch how I talk on my cell
Don't answer my phone from rap niggas,
I get calls way more often from jail (hello)
Swear it was so hot out on my block
we all thought it was hell
On the [Dm]L's, sippin' syrup tryna [Am]mend this
[Dm]broken heart from all the betrayal
[Am]Sold it before it got off the scale,
re- up and do it again
Shot it out so many times,
got to see who was truly my friends
I was one deep in deep thought
Thinking everybody tryna con
or cross [Dm]me
It's getting hard to [Am]be humble tryna
get this bad karma off me
Starlito!

[Verse 6]
I have respect for every [Am]man that
demand your respect,
Nigga still alive,
He lying if he said he checked me
Rather stand alone before
I pull a nigga dick,
[Dm]All you pussy rappers just be
pulling [Am]niggas dick (ya bitch)

[Verse 7]
Behind my name I'm [Am]standing
tall and will [Dm]die any [Am]day,
As I grew wise I thought that I
would put that foolish pride away,
If you cross can't take a loss,
I can't walk [Dm]away (I can't)
There's no way in hell I'd
ever let you walk away
I just [Am]aim the

[Verse 8]
Smithn' 22 and win me 14- 6
If I lost you with the multiple you
don't know shit
16 through 52's you got you 4 bricks
But it probably was in vein,
Cause you won't score shit
Brah talk about me bad,
I'm like not my boy
When I got his bitch pregnant
bet it broke his heart
Gone ahead and get some get
back or fuck my bitch
I'll let you in on [Dm]a lil'
[Am]secret nigga she not [Dm]shit,
[Am]First ole' lady crushed my feelings,
I ain't been hurt since
Whole family full of gangstas and
we both know [Dm]this,
[Am]If a sucker run up on me
he can get bent up,
Hold it [G]down [Dm]for my real niggas [Am]still penned up,

[Outro 1]
Luca Brasi!
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