Bad Morning Chords by Youngboy Never Broke Again

[Ebm] I need to speak to [E] Mike Myrie.
Yeah, you got my [Gb] phone.
Oh.
[Abm]
Double A Flake.
[Ebm] _ [E] _ Lottery numbers. _
_ [Gb] _ [Abm] _ I can't quit.
_ [E]
At all, at all.
I ain't [Gb] hurt.
[Abm] At all, at all.
On [Ebm] my soul.
[E] At all, at all.
Stay the [Gb] same as my [Abm] bankroll.
Riding around with my bros.
Riding in the [E] Maybach, let's go.
10 M's up, let's go.
He a drag, [Gb] my [Abm] bro leave him dead.
That's the only thing that me just had to [E] take away, my man.
But it still gon' come.
Try my [Ebm] hardest to put a [Abm] smile on top, my man.
But it still can't come on the highway.
[Ebm] I don't wanna [E] do something in my way.
Bump on you, shoot something.
Yeah, [Gb] rude [Abm] boy, just nodding.
She got a nice home bump, but can't pay her none.
Do a [Ebm] hit real thick, get [E] me caught up on somethin'.
I can't figure out how she coming, I'ma give her to my mom.
In a minute, I'ma [Ebm] cut a nigga's nose, [Abm] I'ma slam her.
Everything go bad, you can trust me, still time him.
Niggas [Ebm] said they rappin', we be [E] shooting at the bitch.
Sound of the stick going boom when it hit.
[Gb] Sound of the smoke [Abm] real loud when it's lit.
Still let it out for the crowd in the midst.
Black heart, [Ebm] masked dick, [E] I'ma eat.
Don't pick dive, you try one trick.
Right [Ebm] game, but she [Abm] say wrong bitch.
Young rich nigga, he done took the wrong stick.
[Ebm] Overdose, [E] can't shake back no.
Hop a free, get the jack from the stove.
[Gb] White shirts, that's a whole [Abm] lot of smoke.
Riding bumper Kurt with a 30 and a pole.
With a young [Ebm] bitch, she don't [E] want me, it's vivid.
But I don't need a hand while I'm running off bitches.
[Ebm] Real disability [Abm] is real blood, bitch.
Real spilled dough, dead bodies in the trenches.
Lil' Slime, that was my oppa for [E] a minute.
Contract with my brother when them hollows got offended.
Dodging bullets [Gb] in the car when them [Abm] shotters sent them in.
[Dbm] I'ma praise to [Abm] Allah, I'ma stand next to Sikhi.
We gon' [Ebm] fight them for real, [E] leave them dead if you need.
Bitch, I ain't when you shot it, don't fuck with my back.
I'ma fire my [B] engine, take luxury [Db] like a hothead.
Cooking on the fire, [Abm] protecting that back.
Through the halls, I'ma uncover [E] the clout.
Don't say that ain't it, but I still won't count.
I'ma [Gb] flat out this bitch [Abm] to whoever come count.
Police ran in this bitch, no one say nothing.
I know, [Gb] I know, [E] I know, I know, I know.
My life, will take nine cots.
It's been my [B] life, couldn't [Abm] let these bad bitches in your life.
Send it to my wife, [Ebm] nigga, show him how we [E] got it.
Nigga ran out, tell me what you do, bad.
You don't know, I'm the [Gb] dumb shit.
[Abm] Can't ride with the God when you see the kid.
On sight, put a thud, I'm [Ebm] playing around with tension.
[E] Got focus, got another pack, world dub, we gon' smoke it.
[Gb] Ten grand, twenty [Abm] grand, all night, sober.
Rap all day, high rap all day, so.
I can't quit, [Ebm] _ [E] at all, at all.
I ain't [Gb] hurt, [Abm] _
at all, at all.
On my [Gb] [E] soul, at all, at all.
They the same [Gb] as my [Abm] pain, fool.
Riding around with my bros.
[Ebm] Riding in the Maybach, [E] let's go.
Ten M's up, nigga, that's gon' hit [Gb] a dread.
[Abm] My bro leave him dead, that's for that's so.
On three, give me [Ebm] drugs, that'll take [E] away my pain.
But it's still gon' flow.
Try my [Ebm] hardest to put a [Abm] smile on top my mane.
But it still can't cope.
Instead of talking [E] about time, just let me show them.
I can teach a nigga [Ebm] shit, I can make [Abm] it out.
I ain't need no two to bend the bands for the road.
Dope dub, [Ebm] 232s on [E] the show.
40 on my T, but 200 for my pole.
300 for [Gb] my call, just sneeze [Abm] for the noise.
I be ready to the money, so just reach my phone.
And then I won't do [E] that, on my life.
But I'll tell you now, I got this ring in my [Gb] life.
[Abm] Couldn't let these bad bitches control life.
Send it to them hoes, how you?
[B] Nigga, turn it off, got it took when it [E] got it.
Nigga, run it off, tell me what you do, bye.
You don't know all the [Gb] dumb shit.
[Abm] Can't ride with the Glock when you see the kid.
On fire, you can [Ebm] quit.
[E] _
_ I [Gb] ain't hurt [Abm] at all, at all.
On my [Ebm] [E] soul, at all, at all.
Stay the [Gb] same, that's [Abm] my pain, fool.
Riding around with my bros.
[Ebm] Riding in the [E] Maybach, let's go.
Ten M's up, nigga, that's gon' hit a [Gb] dread.
[Abm] My bro leave him dead.
That's the whole [Ebm] thing, let me just [E] take away my pain.
But it's still gon' train my [Gb] horse to [Abm] put a smile on top my mane.
But it still can't cook.
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