Chords for Survival

Tempo:
88 bpm
Chords used:

D

Bb

G

F

C

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [Bb] [A]
[G] [F] [Bb]
[D] [G] [F] [Bb]
[D] [G] [F] [Bb]
[D] [G] [C] [Bb]
[D] [D] I was ill [Bb] prepared.
I was prepared to [A] be ill though.
The skill was [G] there.
In the beginning it wasn't [F] about the end.
It was about [Bb] bussing raps and standing for [D] something.
F***ing acronym.
Cut the f***ing act like you're happy.
[F] I'm f***ing back again with [Bb] another anthem.
I stop [D] when it doesn't have to end.
[G] It ain't over till I say it's [F] over.
Enough when I say [Bb] enough.
Throw me to the wolves and close the gate up.
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves.
[C] When the thought of being thrown into [Bb] an alligator pit I [D] salivated.
It.
Rated [G] up.
Hands up like it's 12 [F] noon.
Nah homie.
Hold them [Bb] f***ing straight up.
Wake em till you [D] dislocate or rotate a cuff.
Came up rough.
Came to [C] ruffle feathers.
Now egos hang [Bb] deflating.
Last chance to make this shit work.
[Eb] I [F] [Bb]
[D] [G] [C] [Bb]
[D] [G] [F] [Bb]
[D] [G] [F] [Bb]
[D] can see the finish line with each line [C] that I finish.
I'm so [Bb] close to my goals I can [A] almost pole vault over the goalpost.
And if [G] I don't got enough in the tank [C] maybe I can just siphon [Bb] enough to fill up this last [D] can.
Man will I survive in [G] this climate or what?
They said [F] I was washed up and got a blood bath.
I'm not a rapper [D] I'm an adapter.
I can [G] adjust.
Plus I can [F] just walk up to a mic and just [Bb] bust.
So bars open [D] if you'd like to discuss top [G] 5 in this moment.
And [F] if I don't make the cut what like I give a f***?
My [D] life's rough like I'm driving a [B] truck.
To the side of a pump.
[C] Zero to sixty I've been [Bb] in Gunny.
Like G-Unit without [D] the hyphen.
I'm hyping them [G] up.
And if there should ever [C] come a time where my life's in a [E] rut.
And I look like I might just [A] give up and might have a [G] stroke.
Need for power not I [F] ain't taking a pound stabbing [Bb] myself with a fork.
Knife in [D] the gut while I'm wiping my [G] blood.
Cause I just killed [F] a mic and I like getting cut.
I get excited at the sight [D] of my blood.
You better fight for the [G] night.
Cause I'm a fight till [F] I die I win.
Lighting the [Bb] dust it'll just make me [D] angrier.
Wait let me [G] remind you of what got [C] me this far.
Picture me quitting [Gm] I draw a circle around it and [D] put a line to it.
It's survival of what?
[F]
[Bb] It's survival of [D] the fittest.
[G] [F]
Do I?
[D] [G] [F] It's [Bb] the will to seize [D] it all.
So make [G] it all.
[F]
[D] Make [G] it all.
[C]
[Bb] [D] Make it all.
So get your [C] ideas.
Stack your hammer.
[Eb] Put them on unless you call a [D] battle.
Now mount us up in the [G] saddle.
This is it.
It's [F] what you eat, sleep, eat.
[Bb] Live, breathe.
Your [D] whole existence just consists of [G] this.
Refuse to quit.
[F] Fuse is lit.
Can't defuse the whip.
I don't do this music [D] shit.
I lose my shit.
[G] Ain't got shit to lose.
It's the [F] moment of truth.
It's all I know how [Bb] to do.
As soon [D] as I get thrown in the booth I spit.
[Gm] But my respect is [F] overdue.
I'm showing you the flow no one do.
Cause I don't know no diploma [D] for school.
I quit.
[G] So there's nothing for me to throw back [F] on.
I know no other trade.
So you [Bb] better trade your fork and mics in for [D] some toolbox.
Cause you'll never take my pride from me.
It'll have to be pride [Bbm] from me.
So pull out your pliers [A] and your screwdrivers.
[G] But I want you to doubt me.
I [F] don't want you to [Bb] believe.
Cause this is something that [D] I must use to succeed.
[G] And if you don't like me [F] then fuck you.
Self esteem must be fucking shootin' [D] through the roof.
Cause trust [G] me, my skin is too thick and [F] bulletproof to touch [Bb] me.
I can see why the fuck I [D] disgust you.
I must be allergic to failure.
[C] Cause every time I come close to it I [Gm] just sneeze.
But I just go one, two, and I'm G!
And it's pain!
[F] [Bb] [D] [G] [C]
[D] [G] [F]
[Bb] [D] [G] [F]
[D] [Eb] [F]
[Bb] [D] [C]
[Bb] [A] [N]
Key:  
D
1321
Bb
12341111
G
2131
F
134211111
C
3211
D
1321
Bb
12341111
G
2131
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_ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [D] I was ill [Bb] prepared.
I was prepared to [A] be ill though.
The skill was [G] there.
In the beginning it wasn't [F] about the end.
It was about [Bb] bussing raps and standing for [D] something.
F***ing acronym.
Cut the f***ing act like you're happy.
[F] I'm f***ing back again with [Bb] another anthem.
I stop [D] when it doesn't have to end.
[G] It ain't over till I say it's [F] over.
Enough when I say [Bb] enough.
Throw me to the wolves and close the gate up.
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves.
[C] When the thought of being thrown into [Bb] an alligator pit I [D] salivated.
It.
Rated [G] up.
Hands up like it's 12 [F] noon.
Nah homie.
Hold them [Bb] f***ing straight up.
Wake em till you [D] dislocate or rotate a cuff.
Came up rough.
Came to [C] ruffle feathers.
Now egos hang [Bb] deflating.
Last chance to make this shit work.
_ [Eb] I [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] can see the finish line with each line [C] that I finish.
I'm so [Bb] close to my goals I can [A] almost pole vault over the goalpost.
And if [G] I don't got enough in the tank [C] maybe I can just siphon [Bb] enough to fill up this last [D] can.
Man will I survive in [G] this climate or what?
They said [F] I was washed up and got a blood bath.
I'm not a rapper [D] I'm an adapter.
I can [G] adjust.
Plus I can [F] just walk up to a mic and just [Bb] bust.
So bars open [D] if you'd like to discuss top [G] 5 in this moment.
And [F] if I don't make the cut what like I give a f***?
My [D] life's rough like I'm driving a [B] truck.
To the side of a pump.
[C] Zero to sixty I've been [Bb] in Gunny.
Like G-Unit without [D] the hyphen.
I'm hyping them [G] up.
And if there should ever [C] come a time where my life's in a [E] rut.
And I look like I might just [A] give up and might have a [G] stroke.
Need for power not I [F] ain't taking a pound stabbing [Bb] myself with a fork.
Knife in [D] the gut while I'm wiping my [G] blood.
Cause I just killed [F] a mic and I like getting cut.
I get excited at the sight [D] of my blood.
You better fight for the [G] night.
Cause I'm a fight till [F] I die I win.
Lighting the [Bb] dust it'll just make me [D] angrier.
Wait let me [G] remind you of what got [C] me this far.
Picture me quitting [Gm] I draw a circle around it and [D] put a line to it.
It's survival of what?
[F] _
[Bb] It's survival of [D] the fittest.
[G] _ _ [F] _
Do I?
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] It's [Bb] the will to seize [D] it all.
So make [G] it all.
_ [F] _ _
_ _ [D] Make [G] it all.
_ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [D] Make it all.
So get your [C] ideas.
Stack your hammer.
[Eb] Put them on unless you call a [D] battle.
Now mount us up in the [G] saddle.
This is it.
It's [F] what you eat, sleep, eat.
[Bb] Live, breathe.
Your [D] whole existence just consists of [G] this.
Refuse to quit.
[F] Fuse is lit.
Can't defuse the whip.
I don't do this music [D] shit.
I lose my shit.
[G] Ain't got shit to lose.
It's the [F] moment of truth.
It's all I know how [Bb] to do.
As soon [D] as I get thrown in the booth I spit.
[Gm] But my respect is [F] overdue.
I'm showing you the flow no one do.
Cause I don't know no diploma [D] for school.
I quit.
[G] So there's nothing for me to throw back [F] on.
I know no other trade.
So you [Bb] better trade your fork and mics in for [D] some toolbox.
Cause you'll never take my pride from me.
It'll have to be pride [Bbm] from me.
So pull out your pliers [A] and your screwdrivers.
[G] But I want you to doubt me.
I [F] don't want you to [Bb] believe.
Cause this is something that [D] I must use to succeed.
[G] And if you don't like me [F] then fuck you.
Self esteem must be fucking shootin' [D] through the roof.
Cause trust [G] me, my skin is too thick and [F] bulletproof to touch [Bb] me.
I can see why the fuck I [D] disgust you.
I must be allergic to failure.
[C] Cause every time I come close to it I [Gm] just sneeze.
But I just go one, two, and I'm G!
And it's pain!
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _