Spar chords by Dreezy feat. 6LACK & Kodak Black Guitar Chords by Dreezy feat. 6LACK & Kodak Black

Spar chords by Dreezy feat. 6LACK & Kodak Black Guitar Chords

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Bm  G                Bm                                  G
Aye mayne, I like the depth of this song, ya know what I'm sayin'
                                  Bm               G
Not the death of the song but the D-E-P-T-H of the song
Bm                G             Bm
Ya feel me, the complexity and shit
            G
I like the topic
 Bm
Kodak Black man

[Chorus: 6LACK]
                 Bm
Look my word is bond as fuck
            Em   G
My life is hard enough
           Bm
They not rewarding us
         Em      G
They disregarding us
         Bm                    Em         G
And if I go to D.C., I'm tryna spar with Trump
            Bm                  Em         G
I'm not a politician, just can't ignore the stuff

[Verse 1: 6LACK]
            Bm                          Em
This really just a free verse, I put my life in reverse
G       Bm                         Em
I dug up out my old pain and put it on a t-shirt
G       Bm                                   Em
So many sides to this shit, not here for the popular shit
G         Bm                           Em
Your own people will laugh when you on positive shit
G        Bm                         Em
Before I die, I'ma teach, I light a blunt and I preach
G          Bm                         Em
Ain't no facade you can see, that I can only be me
G         Bm                          Em
I got a daughter to raise, one day she gon' be a queen
G         Bm                          Em
I'm tryna get shit together, so she can have anything

[Chorus: 6LACK]
                 Bm
Look my word is bond as fuck
            Em   G
My life is hard enough
           Bm
They not rewarding us
         Em      G
They disregarding us
         Bm                    Em         G
And if I go to D.C., I'm tryna spar with Trump
            Bm                  Em         G
I'm not a politician, just can't ignore the stuff

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
G           Bm
I take this life how it come
                Em
Got heart but still won't show love
G         Bm                                       Em
If I tell people where I'm from, they might think I gotta gun
 G             Bm
Got J's that's still in the box
           Em
No tax or bands on my ones
G         Bm                               Em
I took my feelings out this shit and put my trust in my funds
G      Bm
Tat my dead homie on my sleeve
            Em
Don't need glasses, see what I see
G          Bm
Told me at ten, what I wasn't gon' be
                       Em
Nigga ain't make the league, so we turn to the streets
G           Bm
Cops wanna blast 'fore they see ya I.D
               Em
Might do the race 'fore a nigga catch me
G            Bm
Damn if it be another R.I.P
           Em                           G
It's a black/white world but I only see green
Bm                                    Em                  G
Killers gettin' off innocent, when the clip showin' that he did the shit
Bm                                               Em                     G
Try to talk and they ain't listenin' but they'll point it out if you get ignorant
Bm
Fuck with you if you a benefit
               Em                  G
That's why I pay off cash at the dealership
           Bm                   Em
But I got money stashed for the bail and shit
           G
But I'ma write it off, good penmanship
      Bm                                       Em           G
Can't say we representing when half the office White Supremacist
        Bm
This can't be, "Land of the free".
              Em              G
If kneeling might cost your position
     Bm
I'm supposed to respect the system
                  Em             G
They call our brothers, "Sons of bitches"
             Bm
And when my Unc' came home from prison
                         Em                  G
For the same shit y'all tried to turn into a business
      F7
Take our culture, our blueprint
Pay the knockoff to come model us
Bm
Hurricanes come and swallow us
                          C
Opp niggas tryna put the dot on us
            Bm
We pourin' Henny, cause we all bottled up3
                            F
Granny said, "Scratch ya lottos up"
          Bm
But the bible says it goes full circle
             F
I'ma tryna find me a good purpose

[Chorus: 6LACK]
                 Bm
Look my word is bond as fuck
            Em   G
My life is hard enough
           Bm
They not rewarding us
         Em      G
They disregarding us
         Bm                    Em         G
And if I go to D.C., I'm tryna spar with Trump
            Bm                  Em         G
I'm not a politician, just can't ignore the stuff

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
            Bm                              Em      G
Ain't old enough to hit the club to fill my cup with rum
           Bm                        Em     G
But I can go die in the army or go to war for them
           Bm                          Em      G
Ain't old enough for marijuana cigars, spark my blunt
           Bm                          Em        G
But old enough to spend my life behind bars, that dumb
            F7
Totin' magazines that got me in the articles
               F7
When I'm in Washington D.C., I'm doing fraud n' stuff
                    Bm
Ain't worried bout Donald Trump
                             F
Ain't worried bout seeing no monuments
                  Bm
These people got weather control
                                             C
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
                  Bm
The weather ain't got no name
                                      Em   C
Where the hell you think Hurricane Harvey from?
              Bm                                        Em
These people control the rain, these people be diggin' bunkers up
G                Bm                            Em
But they only got 2 more years of slavery to do harm to us
G            Bm                                Em
I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us
G             F#m      G                                  A
I was in the clubs in 6th grade, fightin' the adults and stuff
           Em
Feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us
Bm            F#m               G                 A
Ever since the 6th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us

[Outro: Kodak Black]
                Em
Ever since the 10th grade nigga, I was the one who fought for us
G             Bm                                   Em
So I feel like Kunta Kinte nigga, I'm the one who fought for us yeah
G               Bm      Em         G               Bm
I fought for us, nigga I die for us, nigga I risk my life for us
           Em         G            Bm
I risk my life for us nigga and I'll die for us nigga
5 months ago

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