Chords for YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Sky Cry (Official Audio)

[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] I see these people on [B] this bitch but he ain't playing no
[E] I see your pain through the skies in the [B] backyard
I know you love me baby you [G#m] ain't gotta [C#m] act hard
I'ma leave a stain, shots [E] to the brain, left the whole blocks [A] caught
Down for the game, [G#m] gotta use your brain, we gon' make the rocks fall
Shorty [C#m] say go when it's time
I thought you was under [E] this hill but you not
Puttin' up with your shit [F#m] way too many times
Everybody you know [G#m] said you never was mine
Let a nigga come try [C#] and get hit with that line
Got a real big heart [E] but I'm real damn sly
You the real bad bitch, [A] I'ma make her mine
I'm a real [G#m] street nigga, who be told not I
She a real [C#m] hood bitch, she the rich nigga kind
She a real good girl, [G#m] some shit on my mind
[E] Post up at the trap with a stick outside
[A] Every bitch in the truck [G#m] need to win my kind
Have a daughter by choice, I'ma name her kind
Pumpin' out to the door [B] with the rod in the ride
[E] Ray-Ray, will you read the Arabian tribe?
You will never get far [B] when you tellin' them lies
I know you never left me
And I know [E] you're probably right [B] for me
And I [C#m] can't say why I'm leaving
[E] I just wanna tell you [A] it's hard, I know it ain't easy [B] being me
And you don't know how to play [C#] your ball with a nigga
Long straights turned dope with the hardest of [E] niggas
You need to go read it, the stars in there
Them shooters, they sleep with their rod in the [B] pillow
You can't make a choice [C#m] with your heart in the pillow
I see a soul in a scotch with [A] some
Law insurance for the [C#] incidentals
Real bitch go [G#m] hard for they nigga
Let a nigga come try and get hit with that line
Got a real big heart [B] but I'm real damn sly
[E] You the real bad [F#m] bitch, I'ma make her [G#m] mine
I'm a real street nigga, who be told not I
She a real hood bitch, she the rich nigga kind
[C#] She a real good girl, some shit on my [E] mind
Post up at the trap with a stick outside
[C#m] I'm a real street [B] nigga, who be told not [G#m] I
[C#m] I see your pain [E] through the skies in the [F#m] backyard
I know you love me [G#m] baby, you ain't gotta act [C#m] hard
I'ma leave a [E] stain, shots to the brain
Left the whole clock [A] up
Down for the [G#m] gang, gotta use your brain
We [C#m] gon' make the rocks call
_ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
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