XXX Guitar Chords Kendrick Lamar

[Intro: Bēkon & Kid Capri]
Am            Dm                 F
America, God bless you if it's good to you
  G7                       Am
America, please take my hand
         Dm
Can you help me underst—
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Am(let ring)
Throw a steak off the ark
To a pool full of sharks, he'll take it
Leave him in the wilderness
With a sworn nemesis, he'll make it
Take the gratitude from him
I bet he'll show you somethin', whoa
Am
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Am
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
Am(let ring)
I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
X-rated
Am
Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo'
Am
Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (no mo')
Am
Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
                            Am
Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
God bless America, you know we all love him
Am
Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
           Am
Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
        Am
He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
        Am
Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done
           Am
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
It's been a fucked up day for me
   Am
I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome."
        Am
He was lookin' for some closure
Hopin' I could bring him closer
         Am
To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
           Am
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed."
         N.C.
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
      Am
I'll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
        Am
I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got
     Am
I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
        Am
Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!"
N.C.
Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
          Am
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
         Am
It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
       Am
Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
     Am
Let somebody touch my mama
           Am
Touch my sister, touch my woman
           Am             Am
Touch my daddy, touch my niece
          Am       Am  Am  Am
Touch my nephew, touch my brother
             Am
You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
        Am
Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back—

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
Am                     Bm
Alright, kids, we're gonna talk about gun control
Am              Bm
(Pray for me) Damn!

[Chorus: Bono]
Am           Bm
It's not a place
Am            Bm        Am                   Bm         
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
                Am             Bm
You close your eyes to look around

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Am          Bm
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
            Am              
The great American flag
                 Bm
Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
Am                   Bm
Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
Am    
Barricaded blocks and borders
Bm
Look what you taught us!
            Am                   Bm
It's murder on my street, your street, back streets
         Am 
Wall Street, corporate offices
          Bm
Banks, employees, and bosses with
Am                          Bm
Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's in office
        Am                            Bm
We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
          Am                     Bm
But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
Am                           Bm
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
     Am                  Bm    
Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to blood?
Am                    Bm
I'll ask again—oops—accident
         Am                     Bm (till chorus)
It's nasty when you set us up
Then roll the dice, then bet us up
You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does

[Chorus: Bono]
Am          Bm
It's not a place
Am              Bm      Am               Bm
This country is to me a sound of drum and bass
    Am                
You close your eyes to look ar—