Bag Talk

Am                            
I can hear it in your voice you 
                              Am F
wasn't never in this shit nigga
Dm          G
We still at war

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
       Am
Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies
          F                     
When the feds came through, they 
              Dm            G
scooped the whole South Philly
   Am    F                     
When the feds came through, they 
                Dm           G
scooped the whole South Philly
Am                         F
We was grinding, they was hating
Dm                                
Perfect time to get this money, I 
      G
was patient
Am                       F
We was Gucci, they was snaking
     Dm                            
Only one to keep it real when they 
          G
was faking
Am                               
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give
F
 a hundred bands to
Dm                            G
Never [?], Im not about them bitches
 that we ran through
Am                              F
When you get the money like I got it
 the can't stand you
Dm                             Am
Fuck 'em, we at war with the 
             F
system, in the streets
                          Dm    
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, 
                        G
niggas said that I got beef
                          Am
I can't really trust these niggas 
'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
                       Dm        
And my homie lined my other homie 
                     G
up, 'cause he a creep
                       Am      
Show no love for this pussy ass 
                F
nigga, it get deep
                      Dm      
For the love of that Benji, we 
            G
spillin' blood in them streets
                    Am         
And I know why they hate me, it 
           F
ain't no love in these streets
Dm                            G
He was hearing [?], it was cheap
                   Am         
He was sellin us that [?], [?] 
     F
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                      Dm       
Damn, thought you was all here, 
                 G
found out that we not
Am            F
[?] for three blocks
                     Dm            
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, 
      G
shoot him into a [?]
Am
It's a dog-eat-dog enviornment
F
Young niggas killing, all the old 
heads retiring
Dm
And the sound of that 30 start to 
sound inspiring
G
When you pull up on them, I start 
firing
Am
Please don't judge us, they done 
killed our brothers
Am                                
I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do
  F
 numbers
                          Dm       
And when we get a chance to rain on
                 G
 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em

[Chorus]
Am
I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
F
All that drama I feel like I'm made 
for
Dm
Catch a body, take it to the grave 
for me
G
And if they pop you off, you'll 
never change on me, no
Am          F
Bag talk, put a bag on her, [[?]
Dm
[?]
G
Killed the niggas [?]
Am
Why you take it that far?
F
[?] everybody, you gotta understand,
 dog
Dm
We the type to call the house and 
have a standoff
G
[?]

[Verse 2]
Am                             
We ain't never been loved, so we 
    F
don't know how it feel
Dm                                 
That's how you feel the fake shit, 
G
they don't know who was real
Am                         F
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't 
know who to kill
Dm                                
I don't know who gon' keep it 
         G
silent and know who gon' squeal
Am
I can't tell no more
F
I don't know who's [?]
Dm                             
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came 
   G
down to that money
Am                   F
I seen niggas [?], watch while I"m 
hungry
Dm                                
Bitches changed for the fame, you 
      G
gotta watch when they phony
Am                              F
I don't know where I'm going, I need
 navigation
Dm                                
They came and [?] y'all niggas for
      G
 they graduation
Am                                
Spent some time on that [?] still 
      F
ain't got no patience
Dm                                
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on
      G
 vacation
Am                                
Every time I'm in the hood, I be 
  F
on some [?] shit
Dm                              G
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like 
it's a spaceship
Am                                
In them streets, we still in 
      F
there, niggas think we made it
Dm                                 
They just killed my little cousin, 
G
wish I could've saved him
Am                                
'Member times out in Vegas when we
           F
 did it major
Dm                              G
Niggas turned they back on us, I 
feel like they played us
Am                              F
I feel like they try to use us, I 
can't do no favors
Dm                           
Gotta watch these niggas close 
           G
'cause they been catchin [?]