In My Section

by Quando Rondo

708
no capo!

[intro]

Dm    Am
    ( jd on the track )
                            Bb
Tell 'em label me a real one
                       C
Tell 'em label me a real ( ayy )
Dm                           Am
  tell 'em label me a real one
                           Bb
Tell 'em label me a real one
                           C
Tell 'em label me a real one

[chorus]

        F
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like i didn't catch it
      Am
Put a condom on that dick around that glock
They'll know i'm well protected
Bb
Youngest thuggin' in my section
                       C
And they gon' rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson
             F
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
                      C
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
                   Gm
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
                   C
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

[verse (1)]

               Dm
What the world comin' to
Niggas tellin' on they partners
                  Am
Why the fuck they break the rules?
Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper
        Bb
I might make the news
I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar
       C
I done paid my dues
A-b-c-d, fuck it man, i'm past due for a w
Dm
Upside down, i'ma stack them m's
Ballin' so hard, i might break the rim
      Am
Can't fuck with y'all niggas, y'all fuck with them
You should've known better, it's up with them
          Bb
I've been grippin' them glocks with bob and tim
Lil zane my nigga, made it far with them
        C
Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
I don't ever hear a rat, not involved with him
Dm
She wrote my name on her photo
                       Am
I got my game from the olders
I got the world on the shoulders
                      Bb
I got this girl on my shoulders
I pour the drank in peach soda
                        C
I pour my pain in peach soda
I think my heart gettin' colder
I swear it's hard to be sober

[chorus]

        F
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like i didn't catch it
      Am
Put a condom on that dick around that glock
They'll know i'm well protected
Bb
Youngest thuggin' in my section
                       C
And they gon' rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson
             F
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
                      C
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
                   Gm
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
                   C
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine

[verse (2)]

               F
That brand new hellcat go real fast, i know you hear the motor
         C
And they say god give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
          Gm
See i got bitch problems, jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
           C
Plus i got rich problems, it's a couple niggas say i owe them
                Dm
Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work
                 Am
Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put god first
            Dm
Last time i faced the main reason why my heart hurt
                         Am
Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how god work
                 Dm
I swear i had to start first
He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fear the trap
Am
I lost my mind, i had to snap back like a fitted cap
Bb
And they claim they showin' love but i really don't feel none
C
Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one

[chorus]

        F
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like i didn't catch it
      Am
Put a condom on that dick around that glock
They'll know i'm well protected
Bb
Youngest thuggin' in my section
                       C
And they gon' rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson
             F
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
                      C
They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
                   Gm
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
                   C
This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
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to see the lyrics In My Section
              Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one
Tell 'em label me a real one

Throwing all them shots like I didn't catch them
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock
That way I'm well protected
Youngest thugging in my section
And they gone rock with that Calio for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
They throwing so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine

What the world coming to?
Niggas telling on they partners, why the fuck they break the rules?
Convicted felon gripping on this chopper, I might make the news
I gave up every sin and fucking dollar, I done paid my dues
A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I'm playing past due for a W
I was shot down, I was stacking my M's
Balling so hard, I might break the rim
Can't fuck with y'all niggas, y'all fuck with them
Should have known better, it's over with them
I be gripping the blunt, so overkill
Same young nigga, made a flow with them
She showing the set, I overhear
I hear a rack, no mobbing here

She wrote my name on her photo
I got my game from the olders
I got the world on my shoulders
I got this girl on my shoulders
I put this drank and pee soda
I put my pain in this soda
I think my heart getting colder
I swear it's hard to be sober

Throwing all them shots like I didn't catch them
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock
That way I'm well protected
Youngest thugging in my section
And they gone rock with that Calio for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
They throwing so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine

That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor
And they say God give his toughest battles to his heart and soul
See I got bitch problems, jaying like a parrot on my shoulder
See I got rich problems, a couple niggas say I owe them
Standing on the corner, selling ye, yeah it was hard work
Drop down to my knees everyday, got to put God first
Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt
Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn look how God work
I swear I had to star first
He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fit the track
I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap
And they claim they showing love but I really don't feel none
Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one

Throwing all them shots like I didn't catch them
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock
That way I'm well protected
Youngest thugging in my section
And they gone rock with that Calio for that Smith and Wesson
Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
They throwing so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine
This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine              
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