Glory Of War

Fm                      G#
Stevie Wonder on the pianos
A#m
Geechi Liberace in the building
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Ray Charles on the flute
Ahh

[Verse 1]
Fm                       G#
Sway wallabies, I follow policies
A#m                               
Always give her game every time 
   C#
she swallow me
Fm                                
Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit
        G#
 the chart at least
A#m                     C#
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for
 peace
Fm                                
Niggas posting pictures while I'm 
        G#
posted in Belize
A#m                     C#
Spent those lonely rainy nights just
 praying on my knees
Fm                                
Being overseas is a daily routine
        G#

A#m                     C#
Young niggas traveling the world, 
that's just been in our genes
Fm                           
Put the gang together, now you 
             G#
niggas traumatized
A#m                     C#
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during 
Ramadan
Fm                            
Scramble like I'm #9 during the 
            G#
summertime
A#m                     C#
Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back 
around
Fm                                
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic 
        G#
down
A#m                     C#
8 figure nigga, tell me how those 
numbers sound
Fm                                
Hit the Bay and let Berna know 
        G#
that I want a pound
A#m                     C#
In A , get the Bentley truck just to
 run around
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Fm                                
305 nigga 'til they gun me down
        G#

A#m                     C#
Little kids in the streets gotta 
come in the house
Fm                                
When the shots ring, even cops 
        G#
pause
A#m                     C#
Niggas full of bullet holes which is
 not boss

[Hook]
Fm                                
Funny how a rich nigga was so poor
        G#
 at math
A#m                     C#
Make it rain, shorty, better throw 
it back
Fm                                
It's leather [?], 80 bands
        G#

A#m                     C#
Middle of the floor, time for the 
money dance

[Verse 2]
Fm                                
It's a time for politics and it's 
        G#
a time to kill
A#m                     C#
Fast break and we coming like the 
Cavaliers
Fm                           
I could turn a nigga city to a 
             G#
battlefield
A#m                     C#
And my biggest flaw really was my 
lack of fear
Fm                                
Big Ducky [?], he 2000
        G#

A#m                     C#
Tony [?] in H-Town with the coupes 
out
Fm                                
These my niggas on call and we 
        G#
bring the suits out
A#m                     C#
Pool party, it's popping like Uncle 
Luke house
Fm                                
Fake niggas, it's time that we 
        G#
pull ya skirts up
A#m                     C#
At the table and pussy niggas ain't 
worth nothing
Fm                                
Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in 
        G#
a [?] line
A#m                     C#
Nothing really than [?] still alive
Fm                        
Niggas body dropping like a 
                G#
holocaust
A#m                     C#
The glory of war really your mama 
loss
Fm                                
First time all your kids got to 
        G#
play together
A#m                     C#
Holding hands, bow our heads, let us
 play together

[Hook]
Fm                                
Funny how a rich nigga was so poor
        G#
 at math
A#m                     C#
Make it rain, shorty, better throw 
it back
Fm                                
It's leather [?], 80 bands
        G#

A#m                     C#
Middle of the floor, time for the 
money dance

[Verse 3]
Fm                            
I cut off some more friends and 
            G#
family members
A#m                     C#
Hope they know I'm the raw nigga, a 
cold villain
Fm                                
Haters still hating 50 million 
        G#
later
A#m                     C#
I'mma tell you like a player, better
 get some paper
Fm                                
Still can't believe it all as I 
        G#
walk my halls
A#m                     C#
Rarely speak to these niggas 
screaming, "Free my dogs"
Fm                                
Little homie didn't rob, but he 
        G#
took the charge
A#m                     C#
Dade County niggas still behind them
 bars