Chords for Lecrae - Round of Applause ft. B.o.B. (Prod. K.E. on the Track)

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Lecrae - Round of Applause ft. B.o.B. (Prod. K.E. on the Track) chords
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This is for all my folks who got legal jobs.
We beat the odds.
We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we'd see it.
[G] Now we living proof, tell the world to believe [Eb] it.
[Gm] Congratulations, [G] they got what they needed.
They told us we was nothing, [Gm] now I know [Eb] they hate it.
[G] Round up applause, round up applause.
Congratulations, we beat [Eb] the odds.
[G] Round up applause, round up applause.
Congratulations, we beat the odds.
I ain't [Gm] supposed to be nothing, but a dope dealer, but a hope killer.
Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilos, [Ab] dropping mollies in a Coke [G] Zero.
Ashamed of my education, that I'm finally off probation.
That I quit smoking, got a wife and kids, and I'm a real [Fm] father.
No faking, [Gm] see I'm a black man who beat them odds.
[G] Supposed to be locked up with no job.
Never should've went to college or learned who got it, and you added up the sauce.
See I never knew my pops, I've been abused, ran from the cops.
I went to school, I got them props, wasn't a thug, never been shot.
Running from God, man, turn on my back.
Never would've made it, Marvin said, but he opened up my eyes and I can't look back.
Why they look surprised, I [Bb] just took my cap.
Yeah, he did it, he did it, he changed me, get on with it.
He made me what I'm supposed to be, you get close to [Eb] me, you might get it.
We ain't supposed to [Gm] be here, never thought we'd see [G] it.
Now we living proof that the world is a living thing.
I'm supposed to be dead in jail [Eb] right now, [Gm] but instead I'm sharing my gift with the world.
They tell me screaming's nothing, no I'm not alone. [Eb] Turn up!
[G] Round up the clouds, round up the clouds.
Congratulations, we beat the [Eb] odds.
[G] Round up the clouds, round up the clouds.
Yeah, okay, okay, [Gm] okay, okay, okay, yeah.
I ain't even supposed to be here, I ain't even supposed to be living.
The world is set up for me to be dead broke or somewhere [Eb] locked up in prison.
[Gm] Yeah, yeah, I know they be watching, and yeah I know they be listening.
And yeah I know the hip-hop police is probably planning for [Bb] me to be missing and [Gm] cover it up with the cliche okie-doke.
And blaming on the pain pill overdose.
From the city where they love to hate, but I still got [Ab] love for my homies [Gm] though.
Cause they don't wanna see us ball out, but we do it anyway.
Got a mill in the bank, another store up in the state.
Cause I do it everyday, don't know me, ain't no rumors in the A.
All they say is that I cut a fool in the A, don't assume anything.
I'm a fool with the [Bb] pay, I'll be doomed to your [Eb] day.
We ain't [Gm] supposed to be here, never thought we'd see [G] it.
Now we live and prove to the world that [Eb]
we're not.
[Gm] Congratulations, we beat the odds.
They [G] told us we're nothing, [A] no I'm not alone. [Eb] Turn up!
[G] Round up the clouds, round up the clouds.
Congratulations, we beat the [Eb] odds.
Round [G] up the clouds, round up the clouds.
Congratulations, [Gm] we beat the odds.
Now she used to strip at Onyx, working her way through college.
Trying to put food in her son's mouth, on the [Ab] pope with them dollars.
[G] She was looking for some solace, told the Lord I promise.
I'm headed to the hills with my heels on, where the fields ain't [Bb] attached to the [Gm] billboards.
No cotton fields from no Uncle Phil, just Phil Jackson.
Coach her, and get her out that game where they losing they dignity [Ab] for a coach [Gm] first.
No scurves, just scurves.
Found another way around the road work, and left that fine establishment.
It's like our whole life is having a ghost burst.
We out the game and they hate it.
Mad out if she made it.
Say nothing but some shellfish in a bucket, probably get crabs if you touch it.
Now she graduated from college, scratch that, graduated with honors.
Little man got a little cap and gown, looked at her, [Ab] matching his mama.
[Eb]
We ain't [Gm] supposed to be here, never thought we'd see it.
Now we live and prove to the world that [Eb] we're not.
And they [Gm] kept their dignity while doing it.
Congratulations.
Proud of you, mama.
[Eb] Yeah.
[G] Roundup and Flow, uh.
Roundup and Flow, yeah.
Congratulations.
We beat them [Eb] odds, yeah.
[G] Roundup and Flow, yeah.
Roundup and Flow, yeah.
Congratulations.
We [Gm] beat them odds.
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This is for all my folks who got legal jobs. _ _
We beat the odds. _ _ _ _
We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we'd see it.
[G] Now we living proof, tell the world to believe [Eb] it.
_ [Gm] _ Congratulations, [G] _ they got what they needed.
They told us we was nothing, [Gm] now I know [Eb] they hate it.
[G] Round up applause, _ round up applause.
_ _ Congratulations, _ we beat [Eb] the odds.
[G] Round up applause, _ round up applause.
_ Congratulations, we beat the odds.
I ain't [Gm] supposed to be nothing, but a dope dealer, but a hope killer.
Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilos, [Ab] dropping mollies in a Coke [G] Zero.
Ashamed of my education, that I'm finally off probation.
That I quit smoking, got a wife and kids, and I'm a real [Fm] father.
No faking, [Gm] see I'm a black man who beat them odds.
[G] Supposed to be locked up with no job.
Never should've went to college or learned who got it, and you added up the sauce.
See I never knew my pops, I've been abused, ran from the cops.
I went to school, I got them props, wasn't a thug, never been shot.
Running from God, man, turn on my back.
Never would've made it, Marvin said, but he opened up my eyes and I can't look back.
Why they look surprised, I [Bb] just took my cap.
Yeah, he did it, he did it, he changed me, get on with it.
He made me what I'm supposed to be, you get close to [Eb] me, you might get it.
We ain't supposed to [Gm] be here, never thought we'd see [G] it.
Now we living proof that the world is a living thing.
I'm supposed to be dead in jail [Eb] right now, [Gm] but instead I'm sharing my gift with the world.
They tell me screaming's nothing, no I'm not alone. [Eb] Turn up!
[G] Round up the clouds, round up the clouds.
_ Congratulations, _ we beat the [Eb] odds.
[G] Round up the clouds, round up the clouds.
Yeah, okay, okay, [Gm] okay, okay, okay, yeah.
I ain't even supposed to be here, I ain't even supposed to be living.
The world is set up for me to be dead broke or somewhere [Eb] locked up in prison.
[Gm] Yeah, yeah, I know they be watching, and yeah I know they be listening.
And yeah I know the hip-hop police is probably planning for [Bb] me to be missing and [Gm] cover it up with the cliche okie-doke.
And blaming on the pain pill overdose.
From the city where they love to hate, but I still got [Ab] love for my homies [Gm] though.
Cause they don't wanna see us ball out, but we do it anyway.
Got a mill in the bank, another store up in the state.
Cause I do it everyday, don't know me, ain't no rumors in the A.
All they say is that I cut a fool in the A, don't assume anything.
I'm a fool with the [Bb] pay, I'll be doomed to your [Eb] day.
We ain't [Gm] supposed to be here, never thought we'd see [G] it.
Now we live and prove to the world that _ [Eb]
we're not.
[Gm] _ Congratulations, _ _ we beat the odds.
They [G] told us we're nothing, [A] no I'm not alone. [Eb] Turn up!
[G] Round up the clouds, round up the clouds.
_ Congratulations, _ we beat the [Eb] odds.
Round [G] up the clouds, round up the clouds.
_ Congratulations, [Gm] _ we beat the odds.
Now she used to strip at Onyx, working her way through college.
Trying to put food in her son's mouth, on the [Ab] pope with them dollars.
[G] She was looking for some solace, told the Lord I promise.
I'm headed to the hills with my heels on, where the fields ain't [Bb] attached to the [Gm] billboards.
No cotton fields from no Uncle Phil, just Phil Jackson.
Coach her, and get her out that game where they losing they dignity [Ab] for a coach [Gm] first.
No scurves, just scurves.
Found another way around the road work, and left that fine establishment.
It's like our whole life is having a ghost burst.
We out the game and they hate it.
Mad out if she made it.
Say nothing but some shellfish in a bucket, probably get crabs if you touch it.
Now she graduated from college, scratch that, graduated with honors.
Little man got a little cap and gown, looked at her, [Ab] matching his mama.
[Eb]
We ain't [Gm] supposed to be here, never thought we'd see it. _
Now we live and prove to the world that _ _ [Eb] we're not.
And they [Gm] kept their dignity while doing it.
_ Congratulations.
_ Proud of you, mama.
_ _ [Eb] Yeah.
_ [G] Roundup and Flow, uh.
Roundup and Flow, yeah.
Congratulations.
_ We beat them [Eb] odds, yeah.
[G] Roundup and Flow, yeah.
Roundup and Flow, yeah.
Congratulations.
_ We [Gm] beat them odds.
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