Chords for Death By Design

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_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] You know what?
You talk too much, you need to shut the fuck [F#] up.
I'm shitting hard again, [Bm] back up the dump truck.
You [G] underneath the tough luck.
I've been around the block before, no one's worth.
Celebrating consistently, blue should've never told you niggas one cup.
I was full on the part of side but kept [F#] my physical silent.
You heard [Bm] the sounds, they throwing shots at me.
[G] I 52 blocked it, life is a bumpy ride.
I had to kick [F#] a few to fuck out it.
[G] Probably could've forgave some of them, Mr.
Principal bout it.
I fell but grandma told me, baby you [F#m] gon' be okay.
This shit [Bm] ain't done, even though sometimes it [G] may seem that way.
I nigga run it plain, we gon' [F#] have a year away.
I dip a few [Bm] blocks, leave the bitch with my cousin.
[G] People say money don't make the man, but you better learn how [F#] to make you some.
Envy, I hide [Bm] behind compliments, so watch who [G] you taking from.
Long story short, a life's a bitch, you got [F#] the day could come.
I got shit [Bm] I'm willing to die for, y'all [G] better pray for them.
Fuck your mind, I ain't got the time.
Death [Bm] by my design, you be acting bitch made all the time.
Thug, [G] you out of line, talking just to talk.
Ain't got a real reason [Bm] behind the rhyme.
Gotta be 100, getting money is [G] the bottom line.
Nice to know these [Bm] niggas out combining.
You still gotta remind these [G] niggas time to time.
You know anything about me, you know I'm a shine.
[Bm] You grinding, it's relatable.
My zodiac's [G] a dollar sign.
You thought my first was a fluke, I couldn't [F#] believe y'all.
Every nightmare [Bm] I had, I woke up and brought me [G] a dream car.
Masculine when I'm tapping in, keep the gossip [F#] between y'all.
Hope you grow, but [G] you local though.
Never rocked in the ring, dog.
Crazy keyboard feller, ain't got up out that [F#] apartment yet.
You got a few [G] face, talking designer with the architect.
Your favorite rappers need me to death.
Your balls [F#] ain't sharpen yet.
You joke [G] is shit, get the time of day with the knock-a-let.
You big shots are supposed to be busy.
Still got the time to vent, couldn't bear what I let.
Kevin Durant, Ja Morant.
Everybody behind the cams, Bahama stamp.
You know the ropes quicker dancing around behind you champ.
Always been branded, might see the logo [F#] in any spot.
[Bm] Six figures off of hoodies [G] every drop.
Hydraulic pump making [F#] the Chevy hop.
One of the [Bm] illest niggas to ever do it, [G] dead or not.
Fuck your mind, I ain't got the time.
Def [Bm] by my design, you be acting bitch made all the time.
Dog, [G] you out of line, talking just to talk.
Ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme.
[B] Gotta be 100, getting money is [G] the bottom line.
Uh, nice and then all these [Bm] niggas out can buy.
You still gotta remind these niggas [G] time and time.
You know when they think about me, you know [Bm] I'm a shine.
You grinding, it's relatable.
My zodiac's [D#] a dollar sign.
Mind your business, ain't in my business meetings.
[F#] Thank you for constant [B] disbelieving.
My gift is streaming in [G] different regions.
Another one I'm a picker, believing my trips Belizean.
Book [B] the season, you serious?
Is [G] a hooker freezing?
Punches ringing like King Davis [F#] in late payments.
Too many dead pounds around me, I had to [C#] make changes.
Coats so heavy they break hangers, you got to [F#] check the pockets.
You moving [B] back with more withdrawals [G] and less deposits.
I see you out there complaining, I've been [F#] cooking.
Damn, speaking on me like you know me, never shook my hand.
Before you die, gotta make it out of the list of planned.
Red [G] circles, middle of white tees, the looks Japan.
Don't need my number, nine out of ten, I ain't [F#] picking up.
Booker [Bm] Gomes got the heart of a lion [G] with the cup.
Everybody chasing the bag till somebody [F#] zips it up.
You [Bm] believe about it, it's struggling or [G] it's just fuck.
[F#] Fuck your mind, I ain't got the time.
Def [G] around the zone, you be acting bitch made all the time.
Thug, you out of line, talking just to talk.
Ain't got a real reason [Bm] behind the rhyme.
Gotta be 100, getting money is the [G] bottom line.
Nice and then all these niggas [Bm] out can buy.
You still gotta remind these niggas [G] I'm the top.
You know anything about me, you know [Bm] I'm a shine.
You grinding, it's relatable.
My Zodiac's a [G] dollar sign.
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