Chords for Lil Keke "I'm a G" ft Birdman

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[E] I'm [F] a G, I'm [G] a G, [A] I got to be a G.
Real niggas [B] stand up, _ [C] OG's [F] stand up.
[E] Crumbs to bricks nigga, [F] I come [G] from nothing.
_ [A] Lord have mercy, mama done raised [B] a real thug.
Me and [C] my daddy cool, but he showed [F] me tough love.
[E] Fifteen I was ass [F]-sack getting grown, by [G] this time my old man had [A] to moved on.
Mama couldn't drive so she [B] didn't have a car, and I [C] could still see my T-lady [F] walking far.
[E] Sweat on her face, purse in [F] her grocery bag, me and [G] my sister shared, that's all [A] we ever had.
Stuck my test side, became the [B] man of the house.
Now I'm [Am] the bread winner, go get it [F] at any cost.
Flipping [E] burgers, washing cars, and [F] cutting yard.
I [G] graduated to cooking soft [A] and selling hard.
High school is over with, [B] I'm on a path to [Am] Moe's, Moe's Dough, and [F] a new slab.
I'm [E] a BG, hard-headed, [F] so fly, but I'm [G] a gangster and life is till I die.
[D#] What [A] it _ _ _ [B] _ _
[C] do [F] homeboy, what's [E] the good nigga?
[F] Keep pink, it's big [G] homie stunting nigga, we in the [A] building.
Real niggas stand up, [B] _
[C] OG's stand up, [F] still [E] here.
_ [F] You [G] know what it is homeboy, [A] I say my hood is a mess.
The OG's ain't got [B] dressed what they read.
They heard the little homie got [F] wet, so them AK's [E] spraying blood for the young [F] blood.
You know us, [G] nigga, it's riding in the [A] bus.
We fly, .25's
on them blue [B] trucks.
We high, [C] till we die, you can't see [F] us.
G4 [E] burning, purple bush, all that [F] kush.
Leaning on that [G] lean and them guns stay [A] cooked.
Stunting on them bitches, and God we [B] trust.
I eat my whole [C] body, I don't give a mother [F] fuck.
We did the new [E] grill, iced out, block [F] cut, like father like [G] son.
Real niggas stand [A] up, I'm wallpaper dog.
I hustle in the [B] fall, slept with the [C] gator.
Roll with [F] gorillas, built real [E] niggas.
A cash money [F] nigga, young money [G] nigga, we the real go-bidders.
Believe that.
You [A] got some real niggas, believe that.
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[E] _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] Real niggas stand up, [B] _ [C] OG's stand up.
[F] I'm here [E] nigga.
[F] You got some real niggas, [G] believe that.
_ [A] Fuck a diploma, I'm smothered in the [B] grow aroma.
Still on [C] probation, if I'm pissed then I'm a [F] goner.
Catch a pistol [E] case before I leave it at the [F] crib.
Welcome to [G] Hersheywood, soldiers get it how they [A] live.
A million blocks, but they all end at [B] one road.
The streets a [Am] motherfucker, ride till the [F] car explode.
Niggas [E] lose your vest, I'm taking [F] head shots.
Fuck a [G] news story, evidence and [A] subplots.
Pressure buster pipe, kept it real and [B] stayed at it.
Them old [Am] snitch niggas know the game and [F] still rat it.
I'm at the [E] weed house with 20 bags and three [F] for ten.
I had a [G] closed mind, I wasn't listening [A] back then.
Stuck in one spot, trying to learn to [B] manage money.
Fuck them [C] air droids, the sky ain't forever [F] sunny.
Keep a full [E] clip, Jackers might wanna visit.
I'm a G, [G] chasing down the same [F#] meal ticket.
Know what I'm saying?
That's right.
I got [A] some real G's in the lane, baby.
I got [B] some real G's in the [C] lane, baby.
Real [F] talk.
I got some real _ [E] _ _ [E] G's in the [G] lane, baby.
_ [A] _ _ OG's stand [B] up.
I got some real G's in the lane, baby.
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