Chords for Kerser - Winner

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[Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Ab] gonna spin this shit around.
_ [Eb] We're gonna start off with the hook this time.
[Fm] Why God I'm also bitter, [Ab] swear they gonna hate if you a winner.
Yeah I'm medicating off a binger, [Gm] all my faith in God but [Bbm] I'm a sinner.
[Fm] Why God I'm also [Ab] bitter, swear they gonna hate if you a winner.
Yeah I'm medicating off a binger, [Gm] all my faith in God [G] but I'm a sinner.
[Fm] Pick apart your brain, I'm a pick [Ab] apart your conscience.
I'm sensing things they can stop this, I've got piss.
Plus I've got this urge to drop heat and stomp beats.
Had to [G] tell the police not to roll, cunts are called [Fm] beasts.
Puck em in the air, gang signs, [Ab] let em bring high.
Do a drive by and try to sell em back the same ride.
Takes night I get high and I'm [Eb] sinister.
Never had a fuck [G] to give us up the prime [Fm] minister.
Waiting for the sunrise, early [Ab] morning dumb high.
See my mate face 25 and he ain't budged twice.
Don't you tell me about the rap [Eb] game, the shit was nearly [G] dead.
And I put it on my [Fm] back mate, do your research, [Ab] holes in your t-shirts.
I should get an overall cut of what the [Db] scenes were.
[Ab] Teamwork with the curse and I climb [C] the top.
But last album I was washing out some [Fm] writers block.
Why God I'm also [Ab] bitter, swear they gonna hate if you a winner.
Yeah I'm medicating off a binger, [Gm] all my faith in God [Bbm] but I'm a sinner.
[Fm] Why God I'm also [Ab] bitter, swear they gonna hate if you a winner.
Yeah I'm medicating off a binger, [Cm] all my faith in God [Bbm] but I'm a sinner.
[Fm] I'm trying to see a different [Ab] life from a ghetto root.
Before the curse or even know the breadth of youth.
I'm with my boy and he loading up bullets.
[Eb] He letting off random [Bbm] shots, I ain't ask what he's doing [Fm] ayo.
It's around the 7 [Ab] just after the binger phase.
I learnt how to project when I crushed em on a dinner plate.
I had the jack gig, saved by my [G] rap spits.
Had a matching hat and Santa links with some [Fm] match sticks.
And that sticks, that's the [Ab] day I made a smacky field.
Probably hung around, shit I'm probably [Db] smacking still.
I blew up, I [C] move up, you knew but, I chewed up.
The youth don't [Fm] manoeuvre, I cruised to the top.
I'm still [Ab] killing it bros, I swear I knew I was a [Ab] shit.
When the mill went in a, true, tricked myself out.
Imagine now I [F] hate to feel, I'm not depressed but you still see me [Fm] taking pills.
Why God I'm also [F] bitter, swear they gonna [Fm] hate if you a winner.
Yeah I'm medicating off a binger, [C] all my faith in [Fm] God but I'm a sinner.
Why God I'm also [F] bitter, [Fm] swear they gonna hate if you a winner.
Yeah I'm medicating off a binger, [C] all my faith in God but I'm a sinner.
[Fm] I'm a sinner.
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