Bless His Soul Chords by Fredo Bang, Polo G

[Eb] Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose
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_ _ _ _ That AC [G] that I'm packing is [Cm] compact
Ice around my city, I work that [Fm] ranch
I'm living what they rapping, put it out like go-go gas
I put my savage bone even though he acting
Get a bag and I'll have the cash
I was about to get it in the [Eb] old way
I was [Fm] laying out up on that doorway
I've been traumatized, I can't let nobody close bae
Snakes in disguise, call me lies with a bold face
I [G] salute to the real one time
[Eb] Hopping gates, trying to duck one _ time
Kepp it [Fm] real, ain't think of switching [Eb] one time
[Fm] You hit a lick to feed your kids but that's fine
What he got up out here?
He ain't tell [G] nobody
He stuck [Cm] to the code, for God bless his soul
[Fm] Right here on the vibe, I tell the lie straight to the judge
Just cause he ain't never fold, for God bless his soul
_ _ Ain't [G] gotta drop [Eb] a bag, got niggas do that shit for free
Ain't gotta [Fm] spend a thing, got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the Burb, but my mom still in these streets
Let off clips when we drill shit, clap [G] his dome
With [Eb] some old heads on field trips like chaperones
[Fm] These niggas vaginal, my niggas animals
From the murder capital, where catching bodies casual
Keep these angels guarding me, saved us with [G] a harmony
[Eb] My daddy started starring me when stars seemed too [Fm] far to reach
I'm perfecting my artistry, grew up on the Carter III
Shoot like we play for varsity, these slugs that hit his artery
[Cm] He can't [Fm] be with gang, we [G] revoked him of his membership
[Eb] [Fm] Out here writing statements like he working on his penmanship
[Ab] Hellcat just for racing, fuck [Cm] around and bought the Della shelf
Mama look, I made it [Fm] and I still got all my killers here
[Ab] What he [Fm] got up out here, he ain't tell nobody
[G] He stuck to the [Cm] code, for God bless his [Fm] soul
Right here on the vibe, I tell the lie straight to the judge
Just cause he ain't never fold, for God bless his soul
_ _ [Eb] Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas do that shit [Cm] for free
Ain't [Fm] gotta spend a thing, got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the Burb, but my mom still in these streets _ _
[Eb] I salute [Fm] to the real [G] one time
[Fm] Hopping gates, tryna duck one time
[Eb] Can't be real, [Fm] ain't think of switching [Cm] one time
[Fm] You hit a lick to feed your kids, but that's fine
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