Intro: Logic Am B Em Am B Em D Bm Em It's 2 bars? Aight... Verse 1: Logic Bm Motherf*ckers 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker 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 f*ck up off your silver spoon.
