Stainless by Logic
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro: Logic]
Am B Em Am B Em D Bm Em
It's 2 bars? Aight...
Verse 1: Logic]
Bm
Motherfuckers wanna get famous
Am
Bust guns and get dangerous (dangerous)
C
Daddy graduated from Cambridge
Am
Money talks in every language
Am
Real recognize that stainless
                      Em
Silver spoon what my aim is
Bm
Y'all don't know what that game is
Am
Y'all don't know what that, uh
Am
Y'all 'bout that fraternity life
           F
If you're from where I'm from then as soon as you come
                                Am
Baby girl gon' be about that maternity life
Am                                         Em
If you do like my daddy then she gonna be single and alone
        Bm
That maternity life for eternity life
Am
Eternity life probably thinking we livin' that life
Am
Cause we do what we do, but hold up let me get it right.
Bm                                      Am
Everybody got problems, everybody got problems
                         Bm
But not everybody need a .45 to solve them, revolve them
Bm
Take care of all of them like this
Am
I might just go crazy all the way
Bm                                               Am
Y'all live that life where your safety is only a call away
Am                           C
But not us, mommy and daddy never bought us
Am
Not a god damn thing but they brought us
Bm
Broke as hell we couldn't fund the trust
Am
Outside run around with a gun to bust
Am                        Bm
Police looking for every one of us
Am
Back then yeah all of that was fun to us
Bm
Had a little bit of money in the middle
                       Am
Let me hit 'em with a riddle
                  Em                Bm
If I never had a dark night I might not-not-not—
            Am
Not be the same—might not be the—
Pre-Chorus: Logic]
Bm                   Am
I know my mind is sober
        Bm             Am
But I'm so high, it's over
        Bm           Em Am
I know my mind is sober
        Bm             Am
But I'm so high, it's over
Chorus: Dria]
Bm
Ay, hey now boy?
Am
You don't know nothing about this, right here boy
Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac.
Bm                               Am
You don't know nothin' bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang, gang, gang
Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat
Get the fuck up off your silver
Verse 2: Logic]
Bm
Everybody wanna live lavish
Am
A million in the bank on average
Bm
They cutthroat yeah they savage
Am
They riding round with the baddest (bitch)
Dm        Bm
One day I woke up, and said I'm bout to do this
Am                             Bm
For the rest of my life, no question it's right
                          Am
Waiting for the bus at a stop light
                                   Bm
Looking at the cop right in front of my eyes
              Am
Living in a world of lies, where the truth dies
            Bm                   Am
And hatred multiplies—mu-mu-mu-multi—
                              Am
Multiplies, I said I can't take it
I remember wondering if I would ever make it
But as I reminisce I realize it was all irrelevant, it's evident
     Bm                     Am
I'm getting money for the hell of it
Never fuck around, so the flow celibate
Am
Speaking for the people like a delegate
And when the situation's delicate
I execute it with the proper etiquette
Bm
Everybody wanna get ahead of it, no
Em
I can't take the time to stop
Bm
It ain't all about the money so I'm headed to the top
         Am
But I'm still getting guap never stop unless a body drop
     Em                      Am
Metaphorical motherfucker to get it in
While the whole world spin for the dividend
But I'm in another system
Everybody hate till he dead then they miss 'em
Dm         Bm
Why can't we relax and listen?
Am                       Em
Stop spending money on things that glisten
Pre-Chorus: Logic]
Bm                   Am
I know my mind is sober
        Bm             Am
But I'm so high, it's over
        Bm           Em Am
I know my mind is sober
        Bm             Am
But I'm so high, it's over
Chorus: Dria]
Bm
Ay, hey now boy?
Am
You don't know nothing about this, right here boy
Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac.
Bm                               Am
You don't know nothin' bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang, gang, gang
Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat
                          Am
Get the fuck up off your silver spoon.