A Lot

Cm
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit,
 Cm
 yeah
Gm
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
 Cm
(I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Cm
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, 
whoa, yeah

[Pre Chorus]
Bb
How much money you got? (Straight 
up)

How much money you got? (Straight 
up)
Bb
How much money you got? (Straight 
up)

How much money you got? (A lot)

[Chorus]
Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A
 lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A 
lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A 
lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[Verse 1]
      Cm
Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride 
with the stick
    Cm
I'd rather be broke in jail than be 
dead and rich
        Bb
Told my brothers take my breath if I
 turn to a snitch
        Bb
But I'm 21 forev’, ain't no way I'ma
 switch

[Post Chorus]
Cm
Break it down, I break it down
Cm
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down

[Verse 2]
Cm
Penitentiary chances just to make a 
couple bucks
   Cm
My heart so cold I could put it in 
my cup
Bb
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, 
it was us
         Bb
Then you went and wrote a statement,

And that really fucked me up
   Cm
My brother lost his life and it 
turned me to a beast
   Cm
My brother got life and it turned me
 to the streets
Bb
I been through the storm and it 
turned me to a G
        Bb
But the other side was sunny, I get 
paid to rap on beats

[Chorus]
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Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A
 lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A 
lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A 
lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?
Cm
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[Bridge]
Cm
Break it on down, I break it on down
Cm
I break it on down, I break it on 
down
                  Bb
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, 
          Bb
six and a half
                           Cm
(I break it, break it down)

Before I left I stopped by

To see my nigga 21 in the studio
 Cm
(I break it, break it down)

(I break it, break it down)
                       Bb
He had two of his kids with him 
right in the studio,

That's when I knew
                      Bb
You a stand up nigga, I love seein' 
shit like that

[Verse 3]
N.C.
Question
Cm
How many faking they streams? (A 
lot)
                          Cm
Getting they plays from machines (A 
lot)

I can see behind the smoke and 
mirrors
                    Cm
Niggas ain't really big as they seem
 (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), 
Bb
everybody got they thing (True)
                 Bb
Some niggas make millions, other 
niggas make memes (Hmm)
Cm
I'm on a money routine

I don't want smoke, I want cream
Cm
I don’t want no more comparisons

This is a marathon and I’m aware
                  Cm
I been playing it back from a lack 
of promotions
            Bb
I never was one for the bragging and
 boasting

I guess I was hoping the music would
 speak for itself,
        Bb
But the people want everything else
         Cm
Okay, no problem, I'll show up on 
everyone album

You know what the outcome will be
              Cm
I’m batting a thousand

It's got to the point that these 
rappers

Don't even like rappin' with me
               Bb
Fuck it ’cause my nigga 21 Savage 
just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot on a 
    Bb
new record he got
Bb
He call it "a lot," I open my book 
and I jot
           Cm
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to 
rot

I picture him inside a cell on a cot
             Cm
'Flectin' on how he made it to the 
top

Wondering if it was worth it or not
             Bb
I pray for Markelle 'cause they 
fucked up his shot

Just want you to know that you got 
it, my nigga
               Bb
Though I never met you, I know that 
you special

And that the Lord blessed you, don't
 doubt it, my nigga
              Cm
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my 
nigga

I'm on a tangent, not how I planned 
it
           Cm
I had some fans that hopped and 
abandoned ship

When they thought that I wasn't gone
 pan out,
         Bb
I got a plan

They say that success is the 
greatest revenge, tell all your 
friends
          Bb
Cole on a mission, cementin' the 
spot as the greatest who did it
N.C.
Before it all ends, nigga

[Chorus]
Cm
How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)
Cm
How many people done doubted you? (A
 lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)
Bb
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
Bb
How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)
Cm
How many times did you cheat? (A 
lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)
Bb
How many times did she leave? (A 
lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)
Bb
How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[Otro]
Cm
Break it on down, I break it on down
Cm
I break it on down, I break it on 
down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Cm
I break it on down, I break it down
Cm
I break it down, I break it down
Bb
I break it down, I break it down
Bb                                
I break it down, I break it down, 
    Cm
I br-
Cm         Cm  Bb
I love you