EXIT 9 (ft Blxst) - Killer Mike, acordes de guitarra

Publicado: 2024-04-08 15:24
Seleccion acordes: Ethan Cooper

Intro:
Em D Am
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Verse:
                        Em                         D
With my sixty-nine, fire bird from the curb
                    Am
I done had to work it like a square and had to serve
                        Em                         D
Iʼm listeninʼ to BIG and Dre and crumblinʼ on herb
                    Am
Iʼm pushinʼ down MLK with a quarter pound of herb
                       Em                         D
Passinʼ through the tempʼ, I say a prayer for fallen soldiers
                    Am
Rest in peace to Bruce and may God be with BE Yola
                       Em                                  D
God bless the dead, thatʼs for Boonk, thatʼs for V
                           Am
And God protect the livinʼ, thatʼs for me and thatʼs for Sweet (Yeah)
                       Em                                            D
We done made it up from shorties drinkinʼ forties, livinʼ lawless (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
                           Am
Today shit finna flame, diamond flawless and I fault this (Yeah, yeah)
                       Em                                            D
Thank the Lord I ainʼt a junkie, ainʼt an alcoholic (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
                           Am
The pride of Atlanta, Michael Render studied ballinʼ, all in

Chorus:
                        Em                                 D                       Am
Letʼs bring out the champagne, roll up an airplane, life is a rare thing (Life is a rare thing)
               Em                                 D                            Am
We rise, we fall, even when back to wall, I find a way I can maintain, yeah
                         Em                                 D                            Am
Treat MLK like my memory lane, ainʼt no feelinʼ the same, hope you feelinʼ my pain
                               Em                                          D                            Am
I put my blood, sweat, and tears in the game, ainʼt no feelinʼ the same, hope you feelinʼ my pain

Bridge:
I remember them days, makinʼ minimum wage
I was tryna maintain, look how far I done came
Pop champagne for the pain, Iʼm campagininʼ for change
All the progress we made, bigger things on the way

Verse:
Hoppinʼ over hurdles into my Chevy converter (Yeah)
Swerve around them haters that donʼt wish to see me further (Oh)
My campaign for champagne couldʼve ended with my murder
Miss Betty say, "If you ainʼt saved in Jesus name, itʼs worser"
I had to be my own boss, not somebody elseʼs worker
I know the prayer she prayed for me still served as my preserver
I know some of my actions, they was taxinʼ and I hurt her (Oh-oh-oh)
But Lord, if she listeninʼ, please let her know I heard her (Yeah)

Chorus:
Letʼs bring out the champagne, roll up an airplane, life is a rare thing (Life is a rare thing)
We rise, we fall, even when back to wall, I find a way I can maintain, yeah
Treat MLK like my memory lane, ainʼt no feelinʼ the same, hope you feelinʼ my pain
I put my blood, sweat, and tears in the game, ainʼt no feelinʼ the same, hope you feelinʼ my pain