I'm So On: acordes por
Max Minelli
Max Minelli

N/A
Tom: F minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
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C
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D
Ah bruh, jiggle late for my niggas
in the build right chill
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F
Gm
Gm
and my niggas in the MFB
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C
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D
Dm
Dm
under the tree to the south side,
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F
Gm
Gm
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D
Gm
Gm
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C
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D
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
backwoods shit, yeah, look, that's that boy, see, uh,
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C
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D
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
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C
cause I'm so on, look, here go the, squat back, squat zone,
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D
Dm
Dm
nigga never slip instead
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D
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F
Gm
Gm
And sleepin' with my nights on
Got jobs, sleepin' with the lights on
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C
Jettin' back to the lab,
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D
Dm
Dm
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F
I gotta make another fight song
Gm
Gm
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D
Gm
Gm
Like, stop lookin' at me hard,
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C
nigga, say that then
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D
What you wanna do your third thing?
Play that then
Gm
Gm
What you come and stole a brick?
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C
Let me weigh that then
Dm
Dm
Put the money on the couch,
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F
Gm
Gm
nigga, pay that then
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D
Gm
Gm
And stop testin' my nerves,
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C
cause they that then
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D
Dm
Dm
Niggas mad at the game,
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F
cause they can't win
Gm
Gm
Somebody gotta lose,
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C
so I blues the block
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D
Dm
Dm
Test us, get whooped out
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F
Gm
Gm
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D
your shoes and socks
Gm
Gm
And when you come back,
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C
wipe the frown off your face
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D
Cause I'm drinkin' with thugs,
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F
Gm
Gm
and they clown off the tapes
I'm the sick man, spit man,
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C
rap game hit man
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D
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
This is gangsta shit, man I'm so on,
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C
I'll let you get a thang
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D
For little or nothin' and gon'
Dm
Dm
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F
charge it to the gang
Gm
Gm
I'm so on, I couldn't see
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C
me bein' average
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D
So I decided I'ma be a savage
Gm
Gm
I'm so on, I don't care
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C
who the thank you be
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D
You want that five,
Dm
Dm
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F
gotta get it from me, nigga,
Gm
Gm
cause I'm so on
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C
On your chips and your whip set,
chop that chrome
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D
Got me feelin' like I'm so on
Gm
Gm
Sev en hundred dollar dice game,
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C
pimpin' the wrist
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D
Dm
Dm
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D
Shoot the bin, bet the ten,
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
nigga, me and Lachris
Since I was little,
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C
all I wanted was to be in the mix
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D
Dm
Dm
I'm a neighborhood legend,
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F
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D
bumpin' me and my bitch
Gm
Gm
I got the game from Lowe's,
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C
beats from Russ and Hal
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D
In my block,
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
gave me everything I speak and rap
Slide across a Cadillac
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C
backseat with Gats
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D
I'm a ghetto Harlem Flamer,
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F
Gm
Gm
nigga, peep my stats
Catch the cup with Max
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C
while I cover the basics
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D
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
50 big faces for rockin' the Matrix
I'm the bar from beyond
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C
Dm
Dm
and there ain't no nigga this cold
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D
Dm
Dm
I'm the sickest and there
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F
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D
ain't no sicker
Gm
Gm
C
C
than my Nelly the Great from Section 8
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D
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F
Gm
Gm
To a knot that'll crack the collection plate
I could help ya hurt ya,
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C
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D
love and nurture everything I say
Gm
Gm
I'm with the block, gay birthda
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C
I'll let you get a thang
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D
For little or nothing, nigga,
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
I charge it to the gang I'm so on
I couldn't see me being average
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C
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D
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
So I decided I'ma be a savage
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D
Gm
Gm
I'm so on
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C
I don't care who you think you be
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D
You want that five,
Dm
Dm
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F
gotta get it from me, nigga,
Gm
Gm
cause I'm so on
C
C
On your chips and your whipset,
chop that chrome
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D
Gm
Gm
Got me feeling like I'm so on
I'm still on the same block
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C
and living like a trooper
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D
Dm
Dm
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D
Wait, if you test a nigga nerves,
Dm
Dm
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F
they'll shoot ya
Gm
Gm
I ain't goin' for
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C
bullshit like I used to,
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D
let's get it together
Dm
Dm
These motherfuckers better
Gm
Gm
do what I tell em'
And they gon' get what I sell em'
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C
because I'm cold
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D
From 15 to 50 years old,
Gm
Gm
they like that nigga broke
While the devil placing
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C
builds on a nigga's soul
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D
Dm
Dm
I'm like, damn it, standin' on the cut
Gm
Gm
with my Air Max planted
Two inches in the dirt
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C
and them haters can't stand
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D
I grew up a brown gang,
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
soaked it all up and ran it
You can stop me from going frantic,
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C
my eyes on the spout
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D
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
12 -gauge pump, sawed -off barrel
Burning rubber in a red Camaro
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C
Before I get the hour,
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D
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F
I'm a student of Stephen Cowell
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D
Gm
Gm
And a nigga ain't gon' never say
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C
that they played me out
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D
Dm
Dm
Just let the DJ gon' fade me out
That's what I'm talkin'
Gm
Gm
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C
I'm so on, I'll let you get a thang
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D
For little or nothin' and gon'
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F
charge it to the gang
Gm
Gm
I'm so on,
C
C
I couldn't see me being average
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D
So I decided I'ma be a savage
Gm
Gm
I'm so on,
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C
I don't care who you think you be
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D
You want that five,
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F
gotta get it from me, nigga
Gm
Gm
Cause I'm so on,
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C
on your chips and your whipset
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D
Gm
Gm
Chop that chrome, got me feelin' like I'm
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D
Gm
Gm
so on
Outro 1
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C
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D
Dm
Dm
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F
Gm
Gm
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C
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D
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm

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