Chords for Being Honest

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_ _ _ [Bb] I'm up in the booth, said I'm lyin' like show [F] me the proof
Get in my [D] back, put a six in the deuce Shit like who, I'll kiss your bitch, that's
juice And [F] you can't walk a mile in my shoes
You ain't throw as much shots as I do You don't throw in the glock like I do
And you definitely throw me that block like I do
Lately [Dm] I've been feelin' alone [Bb] But I'm clutchin' my chrome
Pray to my mama I'm comin' [Gm] to get home 20 missed calls, I ain't answer my phone
[F] Then I heard JBA make it home They say Flocka keep up and be strong
Nah, Wildcat, that shit was wrong Then I told him to keep that bitch on
I got my [Bb] front, but it's you behind me Get goofy like Marlon and Gina
Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy They get [F] dirty, they tell they can't stop me
Gotti and Natti, it's Gotti, my top three In [Bb] the smoochie, the spin call up Gotti
So-so with Noxy and Lobby [Gm] Know who the who, A for Skalottis
He be buggin', his [Am] name is Lonati If I tell him to [F] get him, I know that he got me
So I got him, [G] he stay right beside me I [F] be thinkin' like she movin' Wocky
You tellin' me, Flocka, you got me [Bb] Is it gon' cry for me if it get rocky?
I'm Paul Ross, I done threw like it's high [E] game
Box right now, but it's punchin' [Bb] like Ali Gotta keep it out or they gon' watch me
And [F] I know that the feds gonna lock me Ride on with it, I hope they don't stop me
[Gm] If they do, then [F] it's gon' be a hot speed I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me _
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_ _ [Fm] You better [F] off first, but you better not let him Hop out first, you better catch him
They only [D] got one up on you if you let him How you told him you fed him, [E] you fed him?
Nigga, too late, got shot at [F] some bro, I'ma dead him He can't come to this block, I won't let him
Lil' Nottie, he spot him, he got him, he get him That lil' drama gon' hop out and stretch him
[Bb] WB, he gon' throw like McGrady Baldy B, he be throwin' like Brady
Bullet for JB, this shit got no [Gm] safety When we up at the top, we go crazy
We gon' head up and lick [F] him and shit, even lazy That's some broad got shots for who hate me
We them EBK, D-O-A-T-B-G, baby Get back, gang, that's how they raise me, look
And I think, bro, there's gon' be another one I got booked for the top [Bb] with another one
And I promise they won't take my [Dm] mother's son Think that I'm goin' these lil' niggas' domicile
Who these [F] lil' niggas think that I'm runnin' from? _ _ _ _ _
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