Chords for FLATBUSH ZOMBiES - 'U&I FEAT. DIA'

_ _ Don't be anxious _ or impatient
Cause _ _ _ I, _ _ _ _ I
_ _ _ _ Wanna _ hold [Dm] you _ close _
_ _ _ _ And _ never _ _ let go _ _
Yeah, [F] she said, baby, I'm gone
[Bb] But you and I got a due for you [Am] and I
This [Bb] that do or die pro-imp shit
[F] Recorded in the [Bb] style
And I get so high [Ab] that I forgot about last [B] night, right
She [F] said, baby, I'm gone
[Bb] But you and I got a due [Am] for you and I
This that do [Dm] or die pro-imp shit
Recorded in the style
And I get so high [C] that I forgot about last night, right
And the world, [Dm] full of these
Easy [Gm] diamonds, easy [Am] keys
[Bb] If the issue, talk to me
If I'm messy, cause [C] it be
And [Dm] the world, _ full of these
Easy diamonds, [F] _ [Bb] easy keys
If the issue, _ talk to _ me
If [Dm] I'm messy, _ cause it be
I said we struggle, _ [F] it's hard living
Streets have [Bb] been unforgiving
Smoke [Am] weed, hold deep [Dm] conversations with winners
Cause these my brothers, love em to death
[Bb]
Written in stone, so [Am] when I'm gone
They hugging [Dm] our breath, don't frequent hell
[F] Gorillas pinned on [Bb] lapels
All the sick scrims in the blunt [Am] on a mission to find myself
[Dm]
Growing and breaking [F] ties, crying and saving [Bb] lives
Couldn't be discontent, [Am] _ temptation to [Dm] ride
_ Yeah, [F] I'm patiently waiting but I don't [Bb] really give a fuck
[Am] If we ain't in your rotation, I [Dm] put down all them money bitch
And can't nobody take it, [Bb] Brooklyn niggas we take it
[Am] Flatbush baby gon' make it, [Dm] check it
But these my brothers, [F] love em to death
[Bb]
Written in stone, [Am] until I'm gone
We puffing [Dm] to death, no [Bb] concern
Nah, compare us how cool, milli off of merch
[Am] Sound skin, shutting [Dm] down now
I put the bread down on something, I want it for years
If my brother need some money, [Am] man I'd probably sell that shit
[F] Break it into pieces, ooh wow, there it [Bb] is
Brothers make real [Am] beats, bomb _ [Dm] lyricists
Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble me
This is why I love ya [F] dog, I'm smoking at your mama crib
My brother not a locale, my brother travel [Bb] continents
No need to find a hotel, [Am] my brother's got the couch [Dm] to sit
Debra's only son, he was conceived in Kings County
That was 89 by 92, he was already routed
Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb
The only child in his mama working three jobs
One was dealing with drama, cause I was wildin'
He used to rarely see his father
They separated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamas
Cause he was out here hustling, trying to be a provider
Trying to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars
And tell you about my family, that my pop let this out
And due to karma, my first youngin' gon' be a daughter
When I was five, I told my mama I wanted to die
Then we cried, the crazy shit, man it wasn't a lie
Man, this life, it's so stressful, so much regress
Come New York City [F] night, I sit alone and reflect
[Dm] Took me 28 years to realize that I'm blessed
I planned to die of cancer, I took my cigarette
Weighed the world [Am] on my shoulder, [Bb] I just finished my rap
All [Am] addicted to drugs, we all [Dm] addicted to sex
Feeling so [Bb] self-destructive, like I'm clinging to death
Took my five [Am]-digit check and got some [Dm] bigger baguettes
Take a look at my racks, fingers charm on my neck
Selling trucks for myself, that flacky shit won't prevail
Not really shopping for happiness, but that shit ain't for sale
But if you don't show them, then they won't think you're doing well
I wear that bloodstain, thick cut, and denim-leather shoes
But these my brothers, ain't got real brothers to know the difference
And Eric, if I could, I'd give your mama my kidney
Cause she my mama too, I promise you I'd ride for my niggas
Die for my niggas, low for fire _
_ [F] I'm a side for my niggas
_ [Dm]
Cause these my brothers, love them to death
Written in stone, I [Am] take my heart and rip it out my chest
[N] To prove to you that it's zombie gang, rotting flesh
That's to the death, nigga no more, nothing less
True indeed, just if you ever have a [F] bleed
I'm taking care of your seed, even if that mean
Million in fees for custody
She wilding out on code, I'm like, give that bitch what she need
_ _ Judge please, I guess I still got a lot of maturity
I know we [Bbm] still got a whole lot of authority
[Dm] The game is supposed to [F] be locked in
I leak through [Dm] like a real man, pussy [Am] fan
Watch me see through, [Dm] it was [F] donkey baby
A howl with different hue, my granddaddy got eight [C] balls
Come and get a cue, [Dm]
I come from the struggle
Motherfucker get a clue _
Big shot, red diamond, make it blue
In the world, _ [F] full of _ D's
[Dm] Pussy diamonds, and I take some _ keys
If the bitch, if the bitch talks to _ me
If the bitch, if the bitch has a _ D
In the world, world full of D's
Pussy diamonds, and I take [F] some keys
_ [Dm] If the goddamn bitch, I like it long _ _
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