Rapstar - Polo G, ukulele chords


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Published: 2021-05-07 11:09


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Am F C


Intro:
     Am
     
     F                  C      Am F C
    (Shout out my nigga Synco)

Chorus:
                   Am
    Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit,
    I picked up another bag
         F                             C
    Like fuck it, Iʼma count while Iʼm in it
                  Am
    I hear planes flyinʼ, crowds screaminʼ,
    money counters, chains clanginʼ
            F                                  C
    Shit, I guess thatʼs how it sound when you winninʼ
     
                          Am
    I ainʼt jokinʼ, do it sound like Iʼm kiddinʼ?
                                      F
    I been makinʼ like two thousand a minute
                           C
    So high up through the clouds, I was swimminʼ
        Am
    Iʼm probably gonʼ drown when Iʼm in it
                       F
    I bet she gonʼ get loud when Iʼm in it
        C
    And we might have a child when Iʼm finished

                   Am
Uh, I wonʼt love a ho, after we fuck,
she canʼt get near me
             F                         C
Only bitch I give a conversation to is Siri
         Am
My pants Amiri, yes, Iʼm winninʼ, clearly
               F                               C
Iʼm the chosen one, seen my potential, so they fear me
 
                 Am
Lately Iʼve been prayinʼ,
God, I wonder, can You hear me?
                   F                          C
Thinkinʼ ʼbout the old me, I swear I miss you dearly
                   Am
Stay down ʼtil you come up,
Iʼve been stickinʼ to that theory
            F                             C
Every day a battle, Iʼm exhausted and Iʼm weary
 
                     Am
Make sure I smile in public, when alone, my eyes teary
                    F                          C
I fought through it all, but that shit hurt me severely
                  Am
Iʼve been gettinʼ high to hide behind my insecurities
                 F                               C
Takinʼ different pills, but I know it ainʼt gonʼ-

Chorus:
                   Am
    Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit,
    I picked up another bag
         F                             C
    Like fuck it, Iʼma count while Iʼm in it
                  Am
    I hear planes flyinʼ, crowds screaminʼ,
    money counters, chains clanginʼ
            F                                  C
    Shit, I guess thatʼs how it sound when you winninʼ
     
                          Am
    I ainʼt jokinʼ, do it sound like Iʼm kiddinʼ?
                                      F
    I been makinʼ like two thousand a minute
                           C
    So high up through the clouds, I was swimminʼ
        Am
    Iʼm probably gonʼ drown when Iʼm in it
                       F
    I bet she gonʼ get loud when Iʼm in it
        C
    And we might have a child when Iʼm finished

                   Am
They say Iʼm Pac rebirth, never put out a weak verse
                  F                       C
Homicides when we lurk, Iʼma step ʼtil my feet hurt
                        Am
Werenʼt puttinʼ them streets first
White tees turned burgundy t-shirts
F                              C
Lookinʼ for somethinʼ real, he stuck in a deep search
 
Am
Anxiety killinʼ me, I just want to leave Earth
          F
When they ask if Iʼm okay,
             C
it just make everything seem worse
Am
Try and explain your feelings,
sound like something you rehearsed
F                            C
Stabbed me in my back with a clean smirk
 
                          Am
Lookinʼ so deep into your eyes,
I can read your thoughts, so
              F                      C
Shut the fuck-, I mean, please donʼt talk
                        Am
I done been through too much and
I donʼt need another loss
                  F                           C
Put that on every war scar for every battle I fought

Chorus:
                   Am
    Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit,
    I picked up another bag
         F                             C
    Like fuck it, Iʼma count while Iʼm in it
                  Am
    I hear planes flyinʼ, crowds screaminʼ,
    money counters, chains clanginʼ
            F                                  C
    Shit, I guess thatʼs how it sound when you winninʼ
     
                          Am
    I ainʼt jokinʼ, do it sound like Iʼm kiddinʼ?
                                      F
    I been makinʼ like two thousand a minute
                           C
    So high up through the clouds, I was swimminʼ
        Am
    Iʼm probably gonʼ drown when Iʼm in it
                       F
    I bet she gonʼ get loud when Iʼm in it
        C
    And we might have a child when Iʼm finished

Outro:
                 Am               F      C
    When Iʼm finished, when Iʼm finished




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