Chords for CNG - BORN IN A SYSTEM (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
87.7 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
Fm
Ab
Db
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bbm] [Fm] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Bbm]
[Cm] Born in the system where [Fm] the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
Little [Ab] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
[Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay [Bbm] patrolling and the youngins' nebulas.
Little [Fm] maniacs running around with [Ab] knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
Look, I was born in the 90s.
[Fm] All I seen was blindness.
Bandana over my face, I wished it were [Bbm] blindness.
Born in Inglewood, [Fm] moved out of the hood.
All that yip-yap goes back until I move back to the [Bbm] hood.
Sunny 909, I smelled the fresh [Fm] smoke where I'm from.
Race wars and drug laws with one time while they haunt [Bbm] us.
I never knew about the [Fm] possibilities the hood would bring to me.
Surrounded by OGs and [Bbm] methamphetamines.
At 14, [Fm] my homie got his first gun.
Tellin' me now we on, now we'll [Bbm] never run.
I was a troublesome [Db] kid, I had to [Fm] make it out.
Breakin' into people's paths while they was [Bbm] in the house.
Tryin' to find a place to crash cause I [Fm] was out, mons.
Moms kicked me out for livin' in that [Bbm] state of mind.
So we back to the [Fm] streets on Ho Avenue.
Black Honda pulls up, where it's [Db] from.
[Fm] [Bbm]
[Db] [Bbm]
[Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
Little [Fm] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
[Fm] Born in the system where the [Bb] cops stay patrolling and the [Fm] youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
[Fm] Little maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
I threw a left, threw a [Fm] right, but they kept comin'.
My bloody face through the [Bbm] night had my mind stumblin'.
Then reached under their waist, [Db] put out a chrome strap.
Give me your phone, [Bbm] give me your bike and your fuckin' hat.
Started believin' that I [Fm] probably wasn't here for a reason.
Breathe in now, I went in with my heart [Bbm] just beatin'.
Started misbelievin' [Fm] if life's got a purpose.
Cause if it does, then I feel like I don't [Db] deserve it.
Snapbacks with my spray [Fm] cans and backpack.
I'm willin' to risk it all and there's no goin' [Bbm] back.
Street-raised outlaw [Fm] raised with no luck.
Never had a father figure so he never gave [Bbm] a fuck.
No one taught him better, all he knows is [Fm] get that cheddar.
Lace up them shoe laces, zip up that Provo sweat.
[Bbm] Block boy bridges, [Fm] certified business.
Solidified witness of a Cali death.
[Bbm] [Ab] [Bbm]
[Cm] [Ab] [Bbm]
[Cm] [Ab] [Bbm]
[Fm]
[Ab] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Bbm]
[Ab] [Bbm]
[Cm] Born in the system where [Fm] the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
Little [Ab] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
[Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay [Bbm] patrolling and the youngins' nebulas.
Little [Fm] maniacs running around with [Ab] knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
Look, I was born in the 90s.
[Fm] All I seen was blindness.
Bandana over my face, I wished it were [Bbm] blindness.
Born in Inglewood, [Fm] moved out of the hood.
All that yip-yap goes back until I move back to the [Bbm] hood.
Sunny 909, I smelled the fresh [Fm] smoke where I'm from.
Race wars and drug laws with one time while they haunt [Bbm] us.
I never knew about the [Fm] possibilities the hood would bring to me.
Surrounded by OGs and [Bbm] methamphetamines.
At 14, [Fm] my homie got his first gun.
Tellin' me now we on, now we'll [Bbm] never run.
I was a troublesome [Db] kid, I had to [Fm] make it out.
Breakin' into people's paths while they was [Bbm] in the house.
Tryin' to find a place to crash cause I [Fm] was out, mons.
Moms kicked me out for livin' in that [Bbm] state of mind.
So we back to the [Fm] streets on Ho Avenue.
Black Honda pulls up, where it's [Db] from.
[Fm] [Bbm]
[Db] [Bbm]
[Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
Little [Fm] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
[Fm] Born in the system where the [Bb] cops stay patrolling and the [Fm] youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
[Fm] Little maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
I threw a left, threw a [Fm] right, but they kept comin'.
My bloody face through the [Bbm] night had my mind stumblin'.
Then reached under their waist, [Db] put out a chrome strap.
Give me your phone, [Bbm] give me your bike and your fuckin' hat.
Started believin' that I [Fm] probably wasn't here for a reason.
Breathe in now, I went in with my heart [Bbm] just beatin'.
Started misbelievin' [Fm] if life's got a purpose.
Cause if it does, then I feel like I don't [Db] deserve it.
Snapbacks with my spray [Fm] cans and backpack.
I'm willin' to risk it all and there's no goin' [Bbm] back.
Street-raised outlaw [Fm] raised with no luck.
Never had a father figure so he never gave [Bbm] a fuck.
No one taught him better, all he knows is [Fm] get that cheddar.
Lace up them shoe laces, zip up that Provo sweat.
[Bbm] Block boy bridges, [Fm] certified business.
Solidified witness of a Cali death.
[Bbm] [Ab] [Bbm]
[Cm] [Ab] [Bbm]
[Cm] [Ab] [Bbm]
[Fm]
Key:
Bbm
Fm
Ab
Db
Cm
Bbm
Fm
Ab
[Bbm] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
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_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [Cm] Born in the system where [Fm] the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
_ Little [Ab] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
_ [Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay [Bbm] patrolling and the youngins' nebulas.
_ Little [Fm] maniacs running around with [Ab] knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
Look, I was born in the 90s.
[Fm] All I seen was blindness.
Bandana over my face, I wished it were [Bbm] blindness.
Born in Inglewood, [Fm] moved out of the hood.
All that yip-yap goes back until I move back to the [Bbm] hood.
Sunny 909, I smelled the fresh [Fm] smoke where I'm from.
Race wars and drug laws with one time while they haunt [Bbm] us.
I never knew about the [Fm] possibilities the hood would bring to me.
Surrounded by OGs and [Bbm] methamphetamines.
At 14, [Fm] my homie got his first gun.
Tellin' me now we on, now we'll [Bbm] never run.
I was a troublesome [Db] kid, I had to [Fm] make it out.
Breakin' into people's paths while they was [Bbm] in the house.
Tryin' to find a place to crash cause I [Fm] was out, mons.
Moms kicked me out for livin' in that [Bbm] state of mind.
So we back to the [Fm] streets on Ho Avenue.
Black Honda pulls up, where it's [Db] from.
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
_ Little [Fm] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
_ [Fm] Born in the system where the [Bb] cops stay patrolling and the [Fm] youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
_ [Fm] Little maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
I threw a left, threw a [Fm] right, but they kept comin'.
My bloody face through the [Bbm] night had my mind stumblin'.
Then reached under their waist, [Db] put out a chrome strap.
Give me your phone, [Bbm] give me your bike and your fuckin' hat.
Started believin' that I [Fm] probably wasn't here for a reason.
Breathe in now, I went in with my heart [Bbm] just beatin'.
Started misbelievin' [Fm] if life's got a purpose.
Cause if it does, then I feel like I don't [Db] deserve it.
Snapbacks with my spray [Fm] cans and backpack.
I'm willin' to risk it all and there's no goin' [Bbm] back.
Street-raised outlaw [Fm] raised with no luck.
Never had a father figure so he never gave [Bbm] a fuck.
No one taught him better, all he knows is [Fm] get that cheddar.
Lace up them shoe laces, zip up that Provo sweat.
[Bbm] Block boy bridges, [Fm] certified business.
Solidified witness of a Cali death.
[Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [Cm] Born in the system where [Fm] the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
_ Little [Ab] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
_ [Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay [Bbm] patrolling and the youngins' nebulas.
_ Little [Fm] maniacs running around with [Ab] knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
Look, I was born in the 90s.
[Fm] All I seen was blindness.
Bandana over my face, I wished it were [Bbm] blindness.
Born in Inglewood, [Fm] moved out of the hood.
All that yip-yap goes back until I move back to the [Bbm] hood.
Sunny 909, I smelled the fresh [Fm] smoke where I'm from.
Race wars and drug laws with one time while they haunt [Bbm] us.
I never knew about the [Fm] possibilities the hood would bring to me.
Surrounded by OGs and [Bbm] methamphetamines.
At 14, [Fm] my homie got his first gun.
Tellin' me now we on, now we'll [Bbm] never run.
I was a troublesome [Db] kid, I had to [Fm] make it out.
Breakin' into people's paths while they was [Bbm] in the house.
Tryin' to find a place to crash cause I [Fm] was out, mons.
Moms kicked me out for livin' in that [Bbm] state of mind.
So we back to the [Fm] streets on Ho Avenue.
Black Honda pulls up, where it's [Db] from.
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [Fm] Born in the system where the cops stay patrolling and the youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
_ Little [Fm] maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
_ [Fm] Born in the system where the [Bb] cops stay patrolling and the [Fm] youngins' [Bbm] nebulas.
_ [Fm] Little maniacs running around with knuckleheads while they gave me moms' [Bbm] crud.
I threw a left, threw a [Fm] right, but they kept comin'.
My bloody face through the [Bbm] night had my mind stumblin'.
Then reached under their waist, [Db] put out a chrome strap.
Give me your phone, [Bbm] give me your bike and your fuckin' hat.
Started believin' that I [Fm] probably wasn't here for a reason.
Breathe in now, I went in with my heart [Bbm] just beatin'.
Started misbelievin' [Fm] if life's got a purpose.
Cause if it does, then I feel like I don't [Db] deserve it.
Snapbacks with my spray [Fm] cans and backpack.
I'm willin' to risk it all and there's no goin' [Bbm] back.
Street-raised outlaw [Fm] raised with no luck.
Never had a father figure so he never gave [Bbm] a fuck.
No one taught him better, all he knows is [Fm] get that cheddar.
Lace up them shoe laces, zip up that Provo sweat.
[Bbm] Block boy bridges, [Fm] certified business.
Solidified witness of a Cali death.
[Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _