Chords for J.E.E.Z.Y.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
All [B] swell to end swell.
We're outside watering their lawn [E] and shit, you know.
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking.
It's beautiful.
[F#] That might be your hood, but this is mine.
[Bm] The red dogs tripping and these niggas still snitching.
The old lady crossing the street still bitching.
She's three in the morning, take your own ass and sleep.
Third time she don't call the police this [Cm] week.
Looking at my Frank Rulers, it's about that time.
Post just snapped, so I'm on my [C] grind.
Say you want a [Cm] 250, guess you need that 9.
I want that bread, but I don't need that [Bm] dime.
Tried to fresh out the shop with the suicide boss.
He sweared down and came back alive.
With 22 inches tall under the frame.
Keep pocket full of bread, y'all niggas know the [Cm] name.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the [C] mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
Jesus like _ _ _ _
[Bm] the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the drink.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the [Cm] smoke.
Sold them squares, yeah I cooked them [C] hoes.
Guilty as charged, yeah I rocked them shows.
I can't even lie, yeah I fucked them hoes.
Trap all day and spit it on the floor.
I got all those [Bm] clothes, chop all day until the mall is closed.
And I'm back to the trap to get my pockets swole.
Fruitopia, I smoke blueberries.
Mix it with the perc, we call it [Cm] cranberry.
The bandy lad and the clips, yeah they came with the choppers.
He got a slick mouth, I hope it came with a doctor.
The boy stack cheese like it came with the robber.
The snake fly like it came with the [Bm] chopper.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
Jesus at the trap, Jesus like the grind.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the [Cm] shine.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
[C] Jesus at the trap, Jesus like the grind.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the [Bm] shine.
Ain't shit shaking but the leaves and the trees.
Between me and you I got a deal on the keys.
Six month run, laid a meal on the trees.
Hit the broad every night, keep a plug on the [Cm] white.
Mr.
17-5, you niggas know the name.
Why y'all playing?
Y'all know it ain't a game.
This is me, motherfucker, why would I ever change?
120 carats, you niggas see the [Bm] chain.
My baby name Phonetic, red monkey junkie.
Glad the pockets on the stove got the kitchen smelling funky.
Y'all sold me in records but I still flip them blocks. _ _ _
[C] Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
[Cm] Jesus like the mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
Jesus at the trap, Jesus like the grind.
Jesus like the [C] drink, Jesus like the [Bm] shine.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
Jesus at the trap, Jesus like the grind.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the [Cm] shine.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the smoke, Jesus like the mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
Jesus at the trap, Jesus like the [C] grind.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the [Bm] shine.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the smoke.
Jesus like the mix, Tom and Hammer with his coke.
Jesus at the trap, Jesus like the grind.
Jesus like the drink, Jesus like the [Cm] shine. _ _ _ _ _ _ _