Desert Eagle

[Intro: GYYPS]
Dm Bb Eb
Dm Bb Eb
Dm Bb Eb
Dm Bb Eb
Mama!
 
[Chorus: Felly]
                            Dm
I think they coming for my freedom
Eb                           Bb
They wanna gun me desert eagle
Eb                        Dm
A bunch of egos I don't feed them
Eb                                 Dm  Bb Eb
Know they gon love me then they leave him
 
[Verse 1: Felly]
Cm                    Dm
I was playing on a C-Note
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And make my baby bend down real low
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Look at my sneakers swear they real tho
Eb            Bb
In NYC puffin illegal
Eb
You startin drama Im like
Bb                     Eb                  Cm
Bitch give me this, another bitch give me that
             Bb                             Eb
I got some problems with myself I put that shit on the bench
              Dm                              Cm
Boy is you crying for some help you better go and attack
             Dm                                Eb
You see them tugging on your belt you put yourself on the map
              Dm
Think I need Jesus
 
[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                             Cm
Think that I need need him I know that I need him
I pray on my knees yuh
 
[Verse 1: Felly]
              Dm
Its cold its freezin
 
[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                                              Cm
Cold as a freezer I came in this world I don't know how I'm leaving
 
[Verse 1: Felly]
                Dm
I don't believe em
 
[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                                    Cm
Fuck the whole system I pick up the pieces and come off a dreamer
 
 
[Verse 1: Felly]
                Dm
I don't believe yuh
 
[Verse 1: GYYPS]
Bb                                          Cm
I never need em the world that I see I’m surprised I’m still breathing
 
[Chorus: Felly]
Dm                          Bb    Eb Cm Dm Eb
I think they coming for my freedom
Dm Eb Cm Dm
*you gon bring that to NYC?
Im bringing that shit, Im bringing my whole percussion box*
Cm                             Dm
I think they coming for my freedom
 
[Verse 2: GYYPS]
Dm
Pull up, key in, start, bitch, Canoga Park
Dm
Thats that shit out the two car garage
Eb
Check off the list now I hit that minaj
Dm
Never looking back at a bitch and ask that
Eb
I could do laps around underground rappers
Dm
With double cup stack You can take a step back
                      Eb                 Bb
If you feeling like shit, go work the night shift
 
[Verse 3: Felly]
             Bb
First things first Ive been up all night
             Gm
Dip and reverse brown piece on my side
              Dm
Cook up the herse but I'd rather not die
            Eb
Pull up to shows with my homies for life
           Dm                           Eb
Needing my shawty to drive, you feelin alright?
Cm                           Dm
We airlock the keys of the beans and the rice
Like every night
 
[Verse 3: GYYPS]
                              Dm
Ayy true, Fel can I ask you a question?
 
[Verse 3: Felly]
                                Eb                               Cm
Yeah, ask all the questions you want bro just know I don't have all the answers
 
[Verse 3: GYYPS]
                   Dm
Ay yo whats the message?
 
[Verse 3: Felly]
                            Eb
All of these kids Im too old for this shit think they all got it backwards
 
[Verse 3: GYYPS]
                       Dm
Yo what you've been planning?
 
[Verse 3: Felly]
                       Gm
Build a militia and fuck with the system lets get at the bastards
 
[Verse 3: GYYPS]
                 Dm
Ayye let me get at this
I only use to do ad-libs
Eb
Don't let me fade in the blackness
 
[Chorus: Felly]
                            Dm
I think they coming for my freedom
Eb                           Bb
They wanna gun me desert eagle
Eb                        Dm
A bunch of egos I don't feed them
Eb                                 Dm  Bb Eb
Know they gon love me then they leave him
 
*beat change*
 
[Verse 4: GYYPS]
Dbm
Inside the dime bag coming young Darryl
Dbm
Running over squirrels in a pontiac fiero
Dbm
Robbing other life Imma dance like dinero
Ebm
I could jock a side bag, I'm a fucking weirdo
Dbm
Sell a couple Vyvanse, library hero
Abm
Visa Visa Master thats a kapa kapa kilo
Dbm
Free the calipaint in California through an eagle
B
Never leaving either even if its just a guiro
 
[Verse 5: Felly]
Abm
Bless it up
                Dbm                      Ebm
Motherfucking spliff to my motherfucking dome
Gb           Abm
Penicillin scripts I got something in my throat
                 Dbm                      Ebm
Calling on my phone, only pick up for my mom
Abm
Thats a bomb call the bomb squad
                                          F#
Life is bigger then the shit up on your i-Phone
                                     Abm
Fuck a signal losing tension like a blind spot
                                      Dbm
Imma slip until the slippers made of nylon
            Gb
Im smoking lala
 
[Chorus 2: Felly]
               Abm                  Dbm
I feel like lately I can't take the pain
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Im praying patiently for better things
              Abm                   Dbm
Know these relationships gon fade away
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So I'll keep waiting on a brighter day
F#          Abm        Dbm
Don't take away all my freedom