Chords for AM // Radio

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_ [C#] _ [Dm] _ _ [G#] 19 still getting kicked out [C#] the crib.
Ripped off my bibs.
[Dm] Spit out my food.
Hiccup and
pissed.
Urine burning.
[D] I can smell the liquor in this.
[C#] Cat's always [D] trying to pick up the
fist.
Duff [C#m] this dude out.
[D] Grab a stoop just to get me a [A] grip.
Now it's like, whose face?
Loose walk.
[C#m] Two swords destroy.
Thorch [D] on my forks on the ass walk.
Back when I'd slack
off.
Rock my slacks [G#] off.
My ass half [D] off.
Every time I run my blouse [A] off.
Back when I'd catch
war.
I always [C#m] had sports.
[D] Zipping on cocks in my [E] track shorts.
So tell my mama I had
to make [C#m] it right.
I lie every night [D] about the lion night so I could lie [C#m] at night.
And
tell [D] my pops I gotta take advice.
[C#m] Keep my head [D] screwed on tight.
Them used peace [A] mics.
See me I'm the conclusion [C#m] type.
A cat [D] that smack the mic against my fucking head when
I lose it hype.
Rak King never lose it [C#m] hype.
No.
[D] Smack kings when I [A] do it right.
No.
Rak
King yeah [C#] I do it nice.
[D] Whoa.
Bitch I skated before [C#m] I rapped if you take me before you
[D] cap the bet.
20 hops on your daddy then someone gonna know you're [A] clapping.
Probably code
it passes [C#] cause pops was the [Dm] one that got to me.
Feeling down like he [C#m] passed it and
when I'm [D] calling it it's action.
I was kinda out the game.
I'ma put the quarter right back
in the slot.
The [C#m] 0-9 we took [D] the 7 to the deuce.
He 17 to the block.
Bitch if your nigga
had [Dm] supreme he was the reason he copped it.
[C#m] The 9 [D] days I'm on the arc.
Mirror's the box
[A] with.
And some pretty bitches they ain't trippy if it's [C#m] a hit and run.
[D] I got the gold cause
I don't do [C#] the crying bro.
She Mario.
I'm [Dm] trying to keep the wine [C#m] until a minimum.
Piggies
come.
[D] Bet I'll split quicker than I finish [C#m] rum.
Find me [D] some indica.
Nuggets on my [A] fingers
and my shirt like [D] they was chicken crumbs.
[C#] Spinnin' finnac [D] if I don't hit the blunt.
Got
the [G#] chin wagging.
Slim [D] chances of me getting up.
[C#] After this mind in the [Dm] trash next to where
my fucking passion [C#m] went.
Dodge [D] fanatics half as anics when I'm [C#m] traveling.
Six [D] hours or
more.
Break out on the tour.
[C#m] Got kicked [D] out of the morphs.
Spit out of [A] manure shit.
Shit
and rally the [C#] horsemen.
Tally the corpses.
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