S.I.P - Polo G, ukulele chords

Published: 2024-11-04 15:43
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro:
C D Em
C D Am
(Yo, Ayo)
Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh

Chorus:
C                                     D
I kept fuckinʼ up, I’m the one that hurt my own feelings
Em
Iʼm up twenty million, still be tryna Go back home killinʼ
C                                            D
Know these drugs hurt my health, told me, "Quit," but I don’t listen
Am
High, but I stay to myself, Iʼm always in my zone, chillinʼ

C                                     D
Always bound for a setback, fuckinʼ with the wrong bitches
Em
Broski fed up, he vent to me, I hear his tone switchinʼ
C                                            D
Promised my fans that Iʼll be back, I know itʼs been a long minute
Am
You diss the dead and we react and pop-out with them chrome switches

Verse:
              C                                             D
So many times when I fucked up I said, "Mama, Iʼm sorry"
Em
Now it’s her fault for where we’re stuck, she still wonʼt even call me
              C                                             D
Why it’s like I feel no love when my demons follow me?
Am
In the backseat, mask and gloves, cook his bean like coffee

I see a opp, I run him over, then gonʼ fill my cup
No James Brown, he on the ground, I tell him, "Get on up"
When I was broke, they wasnʼt around, I had to fix my luck
Trapped in the trench, couldnʼt duck the crown, I told ’em, "Fix my cuffs"
Ainʼt no bigger reality than starinʼ at the grave
I used to scrape up change for Swishers, now Iʼm extra paid
You know Cap a silent killer, Kawhi with the braids
And I ball just like a Clipper when Iʼm in L.A.
Stay in your lane or park the whip, KRISS Vecʼ or a mop on here
We donʼt play with starter clips, nigga better not start in here
If he ainʼt a spirit, in the system where my partners went
Amiri denims for my fit, my pants your apartment rent

Chorus:
I kept fuckinʼ up, Iʼm the one that hurt my own feelings
Iʼm up twenty million, still be tryna Go back home killinʼ
Know these drugs hurt my health, told me, "Quit," but I donʼt listen
High, but I stay to myself, Iʼm always in my zone, chillinʼ
Always bound for a setback, fuckinʼ with the wrong bitches
Broski fed up, he vent to me, I hear his tone switchinʼ
Promised my fans that Iʼll be back, I know itʼs been a long minute
You diss the dead and we react and pop-out with them chrome switches