Hate In Your Soul by Future Guitar Chords
[Intro]
Em Bm
Am
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
C
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Chorus]
Bm Em
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Bm Am
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
D
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
C
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Bm Am
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Am
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
D
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
C
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
[Verse 1]
C
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
Am
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
G
Was a starter, something good
Am
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
C
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Am
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
D
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Am
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
C
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Am
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
D
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
Am
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
Am Bm
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
D
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
Am D Am C
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada
[Chorus]
Bm Em
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Bm Am
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
D
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
C
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Bm Am
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Am
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
D
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
C
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
[Verse 2]
Em
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
Bm
You at your grandma house, you posted up
Am
You put that chopper on IG
C D C
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
Am D
You hit that block an’ get in it
Bm
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Am
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
C
You see how niggas think about you?
Am
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
D Bm
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
Am
‘Boutta take a long vacation
C
Pour out Hennessey for you
Am
Pour some Hennessey for you
G
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
Am
(I know that’s your favourite drink)
[Chorus]
Bm Em
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Bm Am
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
D
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
C
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Bm Am
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Am
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
D
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
C
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
