Desert Eagle

                            Dm
I think they coming for my freedom
Eb                           Bb
They wanna gun me desert eagle
Eb                        Dm
A bunch of egos I don't feed them
Eb                            
Know they gon love me then they 
     Dm  Bb Eb
leave him

[Verse 1: Felly]
Cm                    Dm
I was playing on a C-Note
Eb           Cm               Dm
And make my baby bend down real low
Bb           Eb                  
Look at my sneakers swear they real 
Dm
tho
Eb            Bb
In NYC puffin illegal
Eb
You startin drama Im like
Bb                     Eb        
Bitch give me this, another bitch
          Cm
 give me that
             Bb                  
I got some problems with myself I 
           Eb
put that shit on the bench
              Dm                   
Boy is you crying for some help you
           Cm
 better go and attack
             Dm                  
You see them tugging on your belt 
              Eb
you put yourself on the map
              Dm
Think I need Jesus

[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                             Cm
Think that I need need him I know 
that I need him
I pray on my knees yuh

[Verse 1: Felly]
              Dm
Its cold its freezin

[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                             
Cold as a freezer I came in this 
                 Cm
world I don't know how I'm leaving

[Verse 1: Felly]
                Dm
I don't believe em

[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                                
Fuck the whole system I pick up 
    Cm
the pieces and come off a dreamer


[Verse 1: Felly]
                Dm
I don't believe yuh

[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                                
I never need em the world that I 
          Cm
see I’m surprised I’m still 
breathing

[Chorus: Felly]
Dm                          Bb    
I think they coming for my freedom
Eb Cm Dm Eb

Dm Eb Cm Dm
*you gon bring that to NYC?
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Im bringing that shit, Im bringing 
my whole percussion box*
Cm                             Dm
I think they coming for my freedom

[Verse 2: GYYPS]
Dm
Pull up, key in, start, bitch, 
Canoga Park
Dm
Thats that shit out the two car 
garage
Eb
Check off the list now I hit that 
minaj
Dm
Never looking back at a bitch and 
ask that
Eb
I could do laps around underground 
rappers
Dm
With double cup stack You can take a
 step back
                      Eb         
If you feeling like shit, go work 
        Bb
the night shift

[Verse 3: Felly]
             Bb
First things first Ive been up all 
night
             Gm
Dip and reverse brown piece on my 
side
              Dm
Cook up the herse but I'd rather not
 die
            Eb
Pull up to shows with my homies for 
life
           Dm                  
Needing my shawty to drive, you 
         Eb
feelin alright?
Cm                           Dm
We airlock the keys of the beans and
 the rice
Like every night

[Verse 3: GYYPS]
Ayy true, Fel can I ask you a 
Dm
question?

[Verse 3: Felly]
                                Eb 
Yeah, ask all the questions you 
                              Cm
want bro just know I don't have all 
the answers

[Verse 3: GYYPS]
                   Dm
Ay yo whats the message?

[Verse 3: Felly]
                            Eb
All of these kids Im too old for 
this shit think they all got it 
backwards

[Verse 3: GYYPS]
                       Dm
Yo what you've been planning?

[Verse 3: Felly]
                       Gm
Build a militia and fuck with the 
system lets get at the bastards

[Verse 3: GYYPS]
                 Dm
Ayye let me get at this
I only use to do ad-libs
Eb
Don't let me fade in the blackness

[Chorus: Felly]
                            Dm
I think they coming for my freedom
Eb                           Bb
They wanna gun me desert eagle
Eb                        Dm
A bunch of egos I don't feed them
Eb                            
Know they gon love me then they 
     Dm  Bb Eb
leave him

*beat change*

[Verse 4: GYYPS]
Dbm
Inside the dime bag coming young 
Darryl
Dbm
Running over squirrels in a pontiac 
fiero
Dbm
Robbing other life Imma dance like 
dinero
Ebm
I could jock a side bag, I'm a 
fucking weirdo
Dbm
Sell a couple Vyvanse, library hero
Abm
Visa Visa Master thats a kapa kapa 
kilo
Dbm
Free the calipaint in California 
through an eagle
B
Never leaving either even if its 
just a guiro

[Verse 5: Felly]
Abm
Bless it up
                Dbm       
Motherfucking spliff to my 
               Ebm
motherfucking dome
Gb           Abm
Penicillin scripts I got something 
in my throat
                 Dbm             
Calling on my phone, only pick up 
         Ebm
for my mom
Abm
Thats a bomb call the bomb squad
Life is bigger then the shit up on 
       F#
your i-Phone
Fuck a signal losing tension like a 
 Abm
blind spot
Imma slip until the slippers made of
  Dbm
 nylon
            Gb
Im smoking lala

[Chorus 2: Felly]
               Abm                 
I feel like lately I can't take the
 Dbm
 pain
Gb           Abm             
Im praying patiently for better 
        Dbm
things
              Abm                
Know these relationships gon fade 
   Dbm
away
F#             Abm               
So I'll keep waiting on a 
    Dbm
brighter day
F#          Abm        Dbm
Don't take away all my freedom