Reflex

SAINt JHN

  • B
  • C#m
    4
  • E
  • G#m
    4
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Key:
[First Part]
E Picture me balling
C#m Picture me with the fifth of Henny, something foreign
G#m Picture me riding round here with
E a Benzo
C#m Picture me blunted with the tints on the window
B You could see by the looks of it I
C#m got the feeling
E C#m I told them bitches I'm something they should believe in
G#m I told my mama they can't reach me,
E hit the ceiling
C#m Baby this is just the beginning,
G#m it's preseason I know that you can tell I got it though [Bridge]
E C#m Gotta go get it that the reflex
G#m I know you can tell the winners by how we flex
B E I ain't playing with theses
C#m niggas ain't no recess
G#m Next time I look around nigga way up, way up, way up, way up [Chorus]
E C#m Only bad bitches round here
G#m I swear it's only bad bitches round here
E I mean it's only real niggas round
C#m here
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G#m You know it's only real niggas round here [Second Part]
E Picture us speeding
C#m Picture me rolling something up to chase the demons
G#m Ah that Cohiba really helped me slow the breathing
E C#m You see these niggas round me
G#m they all pledge allegiance I never change for nothing, nigga that's some true shit
E C#m I got a mil, you got a mil, that
G#m just some crew shit They trying to stay afloat, I'm
E trying to build a cruise ship
C#m I spent a half a decade working on
G#m the blueprint Ay boy we bout to hit the pot of gold [Bridge]
E C#m Gotta go get it that the reflex
G#m I know you can tell the winners by how we flex
B E I ain't playing with theses
C#m niggas ain't no recess
G#m Next time I look around nigga way up, way up, way up, way up [Chorus]
E C#m Only bad bitches round here
G#m I swear it's only bad bitches round here
E I mean it's only real niggas round
C#m here
G#m You know it's only real niggas round here [Third Part]
E C#m Hey, letting me get too fucking drunk nigga
G#m High, we getting too fucking high to let me
E C#m Just keep true, share one with you
G#m Blend, that liquor put inside of what I made me
E C#m High, been moving too fast I need to slow down
G#m Said, too many things that I shouldn't have said
E C#m Hey, just point out anywhere you want to go now
G#m Now, I swear these niggas don't know what it takes [Chorus]
E C#m Only bad bitches round here
G#m I swear it's only bad bitches round here
E I mean it's only real niggas round
C#m here
G#m You know it's only real niggas round here
Song details

Composition: Carlos St. John and Lee Stashenko

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