Chords for Doechii - "TRUTH"

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_ [G] Righteous living the sun, promise a life prolific
I am the exhibit, the womb's gifted, these niggas tempted
I am underwritten and y'all scripting the [Bb] stories twisted It's _ [Abm] misprinted
Nigga, you are in the presence of [Eb] a new apprentice
I've been briefing blessings like I'm on a new [Ab] subscription
Popping [G] tags everyday like a new prescription
[Abm] Niggas, shut up, listen
Souls on my feet, read, these the Christians
_ Bitches wanna break bread like [G] Corinthians
You in my presence, consider yourself gifted
Okay, we know you telling the tales
You [Bb] know who ringing the bells
You know who leaving [Abm] the trails
You know who [G] got it
Candles dripping, leave the wax [Abm] on the body
Wake [G] up to the smell of pussy, [Bb] bitches doing Pilates
[Ab] Who got this shit wrapped up like a bonnet?
Niggas [G] busting off, our flow is serotic
[Bb] And I know [Abm] you know, but does she know?
Who else you know could break a neck without a push from Vivo?
The only apple of [G] my eye is the fucking Keno
The only plane I'mma fly is a fucking [Bb]
Gino
They peeping through the [Ab] peephole, I'm peeking through the [G]
peephole
And I ain't being cocky when [Abm] I say they looking for me
And I ain't talking parlor when I say they cooking for me
These niggas seven ships, that [Bb] mean they booking [G] for me
These niggas U [Ab]-turn when they be [Abm] looking for me
And if you hear a rumor about me, just know that it's true
The label can't afford the fact that I worked and I'm blue
I worked and I'm [Eb] fat, I burp and I breath
They [Bb] see me on the cover, wonderland and off with [Abm] they heads
It's true, _ _ it's _ _ [F] true, _ _ you know that it's [G] true
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's true
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _
Proud of my family, man, okay, Pratt
Yeah, my bad, we winning, though you hate that
It's in the [G] sign, just watch and listen to this A-track
We [Bb] step out on these niggas' necks just like a [Ab] placemat
[G] Yeah, I grind different, my soul in [Ab] it, you can't miss it
My angels told me, nigga, we ain't got the same limits
We got the same view, but we ain't got the same vision
We in the same [Bb] pic, [Abm] but we frame different
Fuck the spotlight, bitch, we fame different
Don't got the same drip, we brain different
And [G] here's a fair one and I will get your mane [Bb] missing
We take the same shots, [Ab] but we aim [G] different
_ _ _ _ _ It's true, it's true, _ [Ab] you know that [Abm] it's true
_ _ _ And you know that it's [G] true
_ _ _ [Bb] You [Ab] know that it's true
I'm [G] here physically, I'm gone, _ _ _ _ _ _ don't trigger me
I never, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
not gonna call him back
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_ _ _ [Ab] You know that it's true
_ _ _ You know that it's [Abm] true
_ Ain't _ looking at [G] you
_ _ _ [Bb] But you [Ab] know that it's true
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