Chords for Prof - The Season (prod. by 84 Caprice & Dillon Parker)

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C]
Born in the ghetto, young white boy, not a dollar dollar bill but a mama [Em] that'll work for it.
Hard boy with a soft side, been a little blocker blocker, life [C] on the south side.
My views have changed from where I came from, when you seen a man die right under [Em] the same sun.
I ain't a G, I ain't ride or die, but I will knock a motherfucker out if [C] he try, so eat
off me, I'm running the crew.
I ain't hard but I'm moving to bed, I'm harder [Em] than you.
Some of the best people that I've met in life, wish waiting come home at night to kiss [C] their wife, yeah.
Ain't it funny how the world can go, haters last year be at the front row in [Em] the shows.
I've seen time fly slowly, I've let people forget [C] what they own me.
I ain't saying that I'm OG, but I bet you know me, I'm the dude people [E] know closely.
Mr.
1, Obi, Dun, Kohoe, boss [G] on the mic, get this better [C] just so.
So come along now boys, start thieving, it's [Em] season.
Come along now boys, start thieving, it's [C] season.
So come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
[Em] Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
I ain't fucking around no more, this is my life, fuck nice, I already tried being [Em] polite.
So I'ma grab a whip, grab a gun, grab a knife, and I'ma roll around and stick up everything [C] in sight.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky, if you're ready to rob, then I'm ready to [Em] ride.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky, if you're ready to rob, then I'm ready to [C] ride.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky, if you're ready to rob, then I'm ready to [Em] ride.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky, if you're ready to rob, then I'm ready to [C] ride.
My whole life is quite right here, if I don't blow, I know I'll be nice [G] right here.
But what eats me alive to see these MC fly, suck dick and get a piece of the [C] pie, like
I got envy for one reason, for me to show these MCs it's [Em] season.
When you gaff me up, I see nothing but fear, like every MC I've re-frogged my whole [C] career.
So with Young Clark with the rifle and an old book, Cole Crook, stick em up, I get [Em] em so
shook, they need a rapper that's different from em all.
I think it's time I come around and answer their [C] call.
Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
[Em]
Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
[C] Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
[Em] Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
[C]
Keep my eyes open, I was born to wake up, it's a new day like a morning [Em] shaker.
Good morning sunshine, people blind to the fact of more than [C] one side.
People try so hard to understand me, I'd rather tell em bitch please [Em] go.
Cause I'm a different man every single day, and I will say all the stuff that they probably
[C]
I'm made of my mind, I'm ready to break laws, I'm ready to sacrifice, ready to [D] take off.
I'm ready to blow away anybody trying to get between me and mine.
You feel me?
[C] Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
[Em] Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season.
[C] _
Come along now boys, start thieving, _ [Em] it's season.
Come along now boys, start thieving, it's season. _ _