Chords for Quadeca - Not a Diss Track (Official Music Video)

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E

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Quadeca - Not a Diss Track (Official Music Video) chords
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[F#m] [E]
If [F#] my life is a movie then that shit is boring I do not [E] involve with drama
But I'm still quoted more than a fucking [F#m] Dalai Lama
This for [F#] the white kids who still singing that Tatiana
In the back of they mom's new Honda [F#m] saying please play the song Mbomba
This for all [G] the more so [F#] contestants who really are the father
This for the booth with the hydro flask instead of the bottled water
I don't need a fucking alma mater to make my [Em] alma mater
I mean my alma mater I'm looking [D] at they angry face mistaken [F#] all for laughter
I'm throwing laterals when life ain't drop the ball but I just toss it backwards
And in the face of every open door I'm walking backwards
The signs more encrypted than Staller's [F#m] passwords
My enemies must like Hendrick Lamar's [F#] damn album the way I got him [F#] talking backwards
Please check your DM's not bitch I would have to follow back first
It's not gonna happen but looking back I [Em] appalled and faster
Gave so many pages of my life to them that I [F#m] lost some chapters
Yeah [F#] they don't want a friendship They want to spot on that private jet and they friendship
[G] Yeah bitches see me hold my [F#] tongue and they make a moan to French kiss
Want my bread to have some drip I ask the chef for French dip
Yeah I'm Hispanic but she fuck me like I'm a Frenchman
I'm graduating but I act like I'm a fucking freshman
Just to [F#m] raise they expression when my [Em] name is mentioned
I always meet the [G] deadlines never banged an extension
Never [F#] claimed to be anything but great and I meant it
The other day I asked God why he made [F#m] an exception
Or did he [F#] rig it like Russians that invade [D] in elections
These my favorite questions
This the [F#] shit I prayed and stressed when depraved and neglected
Making impressions I must've made an impression
I think I stayed for a [F#m] second too long
Made an impressive new song came to [B] collect my dues on
Checking my name like luggage my plan [F#] came with coverage
Yeah [G#] put that shit in a fucking mausoleum
My number's so high even [F#] God can see him
I mean [G#] God can see everything but he can [F] really see it
I just jumped into the game I fucking [F#m] Philly deeded
Sorry [F#] I've been missing class I've been too busy teaching
Now ain't nobody spitting facts they've been too busy reaching
Man I just [B] went and talked to Genius dropped a billboard shot of it
And hit the charts so you can [F#] say it's been a busy weekend
Fuck everybody in the comments who go and say it faster
I don't give a shit Playboi Carti's my favorite rapper
Old heads so confused by the fucking matter
[C#] Invalidate the music dismiss it as [F#] mumble rappers
A soundcloud rapper not a thot for the art
We'll check a year later those rappers at the top of the charts
So check the program old man time to get [E] hit with it
They still judging my [F#] song by the platform used to distribute it
Have I surpassed the status of a YouTube rapper or set the bar
One or the other so let's decide what [F#m] the record's on
Can't decide what my [E] message is can't provide them with every part
Can't define it or align with a specific sound without heading far off
I [F#] got stylistic ADHD
This probably the longest I've rapped on the same beat
And when I say on the beat I mean [Em] that shit loosely
I mean that shit moves me I mean it never gets [A#] through to me
It drifts through [E] me
Check the television again
Think I just decided I'm ready to be the [F#m] man Yeah, huh?
[F#] Think I'm ready to be the man
Graduated with a mill I got everything in my hand
I done everything that I planned I'm too calculated for calculus
Got you shaking when you fucking dream I'm sleep paralysis
Since the album hit I've been stacking chips trying to [Em] balance shit
Really pulling [E] strings got my fingers covered in [F#] calluses
Yeah, [C#] think I'm ready to be the hardest
Cover Sachi to replace all the skeletons in my [F#] closet
Chilling with [G] grapes in my mouth ain't that divine
Still got three years before I can [F#] legally have a glass of wine
I'm like a tax bracket I make a class divide
And classify my raps and rhymes as the blood of a mastermind
These artists lack the grind
Don't have the time to write their [Em] tracks and lines
I mix and mastermind
So before I draw I get [F#] back in line
Try to block the shine but I make them look like a bad curtain
Ain't that certain?
A fast return now I'm back working
That's an understatement like saying Hitler's a bad person
Or like Shane Dawson saying he's more of a cat person
Yeah, I treat every single verse like it's my last verse
And I've been carrying so many tracks that my [F#m] back's hurting
I'm back lurking more awkwardly than your [Em] dad flirting
Cutting up a beat till it's bloody like I'm a bad surgeon
Uh,
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_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ If [F#] my life is a movie then that shit is boring I do not [E] involve with drama
But I'm still quoted more than a fucking [F#m] Dalai Lama
This for [F#] the white kids who still singing that Tatiana
In the back of they mom's new Honda [F#m] saying please play the song Mbomba
This for all [G] the more so [F#] contestants who really are the father
This for the booth with the hydro flask instead of the bottled water
I don't need a fucking alma mater to make my [Em] alma mater
I mean my alma mater I'm looking [D] at they angry face mistaken [F#] all for laughter
I'm throwing laterals when life ain't drop the ball but I just toss it backwards
And in the face of every open door I'm walking backwards
The signs more encrypted than Staller's [F#m] passwords
My enemies must like Hendrick Lamar's [F#] damn album the way I got him [F#] talking backwards
Please check your DM's not bitch I would have to follow back first
It's not gonna happen but looking back I [Em] appalled and faster
Gave so many pages of my life to them that I [F#m] lost some chapters
Yeah [F#] they don't want a friendship They want to spot on that private jet and they friendship
[G] Yeah bitches see me hold my [F#] tongue and they make a moan to French kiss
Want my bread to have some drip I ask the chef for French dip
Yeah I'm Hispanic but she fuck me like I'm a Frenchman
I'm graduating but I act like I'm a fucking freshman
Just to [F#m] raise they expression when my [Em] name is mentioned
I always meet the [G] deadlines never banged an extension
Never [F#] claimed to be anything but great and I meant it
The other day I asked God why he made [F#m] an exception
Or did he [F#] rig it like Russians that invade [D] in elections
These my favorite questions
This the [F#] shit I prayed and stressed when depraved and neglected
Making impressions I must've made an impression
I think I stayed for a [F#m] second too long
Made an impressive new song came to [B] collect my dues on
Checking my name like luggage my plan [F#] came with coverage
Yeah [G#] put that shit in a fucking mausoleum
My number's so high even [F#] God can see him
I mean [G#] God can see everything but he can [F] really see it
I just jumped into the game I fucking [F#m] Philly deeded
Sorry [F#] I've been missing class I've been too busy teaching
Now ain't nobody spitting facts they've been too busy reaching
Man I just [B] went and talked to Genius dropped a billboard shot of it
And hit the charts so you can [F#] say it's been a busy weekend
Fuck everybody in the comments who go and say it faster
I don't give a shit Playboi Carti's my favorite rapper
Old heads so confused by the fucking matter
[C#] Invalidate the music dismiss it as [F#] mumble rappers
A soundcloud rapper not a thot for the art
We'll check a year later those rappers at the top of the charts
So check the program old man time to get [E] hit with it
They still judging my [F#] song by the platform used to distribute it
Have I surpassed the status of a YouTube rapper or set the bar
One or the other so let's decide what [F#m] the record's on
Can't decide what my [E] message is can't provide them with every part
Can't define it or align with a specific sound without heading far off
I [F#] got stylistic ADHD
This probably the longest I've rapped on the same beat
And when I say on the beat I mean [Em] that shit loosely
I mean that shit moves me I mean it never gets [A#] through to me
It drifts through [E] me
Check the television again
Think I just decided I'm ready to be the [F#m] man Yeah, huh?
[F#] Think I'm ready to be the man
Graduated with a mill I got everything in my hand
I done everything that I planned I'm too calculated for calculus
Got you shaking when you fucking dream I'm sleep paralysis
Since the album hit I've been stacking chips trying to [Em] balance shit
Really pulling [E] strings got my fingers covered in [F#] calluses
Yeah, [C#] think I'm ready to be the hardest
Cover Sachi to replace all the skeletons in my [F#] closet
Chilling with [G] grapes in my mouth ain't that divine
Still got three years before I can [F#] legally have a glass of wine
I'm like a tax bracket I make a class divide
And classify my raps and rhymes as the blood of a mastermind
These artists lack the grind
Don't have the time to write their [Em] tracks and lines
I mix and mastermind
So before I draw I get [F#] back in line
Try to block the shine but I make them look like a bad curtain
Ain't that certain?
A fast return now I'm back working
That's an understatement like saying Hitler's a bad person
Or like Shane Dawson saying he's more of a cat person
Yeah, I treat every single verse like it's my last verse
And I've been carrying so many tracks that my [F#m] back's hurting
I'm back lurking more awkwardly than your [Em] dad flirting
Cutting up a beat till it's bloody like I'm a bad surgeon
Uh,

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