Chords for Haystak - "Dig This" (2018 studio leak)

_ _ _ _ _ _ subject to monitoring and recording.
To accept this call.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
You don't dig this, swell up.
You definitely ain't from around here.
Where you been, boy? _
_ _ [F#m] Back by popular demand, what's gone?
Showed up at the studio with 90-something songs.
I'm the one poor people depend on.
They keep coming even if the mailman don't.
On the jail phone with hoes, can't stay strong.
Easy conversation, only 10 minutes long.
Come on.
What's he rapping on about state clothes?
Today could be the day I got the front of my train.
Make you blew out a toupee.
It's all on the food chain.
Like an old Moldini, can't bake fruit cake.
Dude could be a killer, but you don't get fruit cake.
So be cautious about the acquaintances
you make, you take shit.
Just be ready to take it until you regulate and let
them know you ain't to be played with if you say shit.
Hit him [F#] dead in this shit, say.
Fuck conversation about what you did to get there.
[F#m] You don't dig this.
Dig this.
You're obvious the opposite, but everybody like us
gonna walk the bitch.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
Definitely ain't from down here, ain't got no bending round.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
You're obvious the opposite, but everybody like us
gonna walk the bitch.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
Definitely ain't from down here, ain't [F#] got no bending [D#] round.
[F#m] Outside the courthouse blowing the air.
I got to get high in case I'm going to jail.
I got to start running like OJ Simpson
before they try to do me like OJ Simpson.
Napoleon Pat, he said, yeah, that's him.
Might take 50 of them to arrest him.
Oh, well, I know the handcuffs too well.
Phone in the squad car, taking two jail phones.
Two finale, as you can tell, they might have kicked my ass,
but I was giving them hell all the way to jail.
And when they said there was no bail, oh, hell.
I was a two-head tiger.
They were mad that a motherfucker wanted a Percocet.
Mad that a motherfucker woke up out of coma 18 days later.
Ask about OG, kill shit's fake.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
Yeah, obvious, yeah, obvious, but everybody like Gus
going to bark your bitch.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
You definitely ain't from down here, ain't got no bending round.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
Yeah, obvious, yeah, obvious, but everybody like Gus
going to bark your bitch.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
You definitely ain't from down here, ain't got [F#] no bending round.
[N] _ [F#m] I was higher politic and weren't allowed to yell at children
when it come to criticism.
I don't even really listen.
This could be the last shit.
Sex fit, had to be epic.
Classic, trash shit.
If it ain't something of lower class, a Karl Mastiff,
they need the anthem.
This is for me and them all through their dirty.
Florida, Georgia, Kentucky, Tennessee, the Mississippi,
the battle of Louisiana.
Coming to build in the country, boy,
go bananas, got an Oscar achievement on my mantle.
And a .45
caliber under my flannel.
Caught up in the middle, got a whole lot of friends
that I can't leave behind, but I can't get in.
Every time I try to dip, I get floored back in.
This shit isn't just entertainment.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
Yeah, obvious, yeah, obvious, but everybody like Gus
going to bark your bitch.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
You definitely ain't from down here, ain't got no bending round.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
Yeah, obvious, yeah, obvious, but everybody like Gus
going to bark.
You don't dig this.
Dig this.
You definitely ain't from down here, ain't got no [F#] bending round.
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