A Lot – 21 Savage

A Lot – 21 Savage

Nghệ sĩ: 21 Savage

Hợp Âm Chuẩn
DÂY: Standard E
Tone gốc: Bb | Đổi cung: 0 | Capo:
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 for beginners use the transpose button to -1 and stick a capo on 1st fret so Cm = Bm and Bb = A
 (There is 4 beats between each chord)
 I love you
 Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
 For so many reasons
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
 How much money you got? (Straight up)
 How much money you got? (Straight up)
 How much money you got? (Straight up)
 How much money you got? (A lot)
    
 How much money you got? (A lot)
 How many problems you got? (A lot)
 How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
 Left you out to rot? (A lot)
 How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
 How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
 How many times you got shot? (A lot)
 How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
 How many times did you ride? (A lot)
 How many niggas done died? (A lot)
 How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
 How many times did you lie? (A lot)
 How many times did she leave? (A lot)
 How many times did she cry? (A lot)
 How many chances she done gave you?
 Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
 Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
 I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
 Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
 But I'm 21 forev’, ain't no way I'ma switch
 Break it down, I break it down
 I break it down, I break it down
 I break it down, I break it down
 I break it down, I break it down
 Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
 My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
 Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
 Then you went and wrote a statement,
 And that really fucked me up
 My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
 My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
 I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
 But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
    
 How much money you got? (A lot)
 How many problems you got? (A lot)
 How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
 Left you out to rot? (A lot)
 How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
 How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
 How many times you got shot? (A lot)
 How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
 How many times did you ride? (A lot)
 How many niggas done died? (A lot)
 How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
 How many times did you lie? (A lot)
 How many times did she leave? (A lot)
 How many times did she cry? (A lot)
 How many chances she done gave you?
 Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
    
 Break it on down, I break it on down
 I break it on down, I break it on down
 Yeah, I just came from the A
 I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half
 (I break it, break it down)
 Before I left I stopped by
 To see my nigga 21 in the studio
 (I break it, break it down)
 (I break it, break it down)
 He had two of his kids with him right in the studio,
 That's when I knew
 You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
 N.C.
 Question
 How many faking they streams? (A lot)
 Getting they plays from machines (A lot)
 I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
 Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
 I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
 Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)
 I'm on a money routine
 I don't want smoke, I want cream
 I don’t want no more comparisons
 This is a marathon and I’m aware
 I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
 I never was one for the bragging and boasting
 I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself,
 But the people want everything else
 Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
 You know what the outcome will be
 I’m batting a thousand
 It's got to the point that these rappers
 Don't even like rappin' with me
 Fuck it ’cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
 And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
 He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
 Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
 I picture him inside a cell on a cot
 'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
 Wondering if it was worth it or not
 I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
 Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
 Though I never met you, I know that you special
 And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
 Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
 I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
 I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
 When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out,
 I got a plan
 They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
 Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it
 N.C.
 Before it all ends, nigga
    
 How much money you got? (A lot)
 How many problems you got? (A lot)
 How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
 Left you out to rot? (A lot)
 How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
 How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
 How many times you got shot? (A lot)
 How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
 How many times did you ride? (A lot)
 How many niggas done died? (A lot)
 How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
 How many times did you lie? (A lot)
 How many times did she leave? (A lot)
 How many times did she cry? (A lot)
 How many chances she done gave you?
 Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
 Break it on down, I break it on down
 I break it on down, I break it on down
 I break it down, I break it down
 I break it down, I break it down
 I break it on down, I break it down
 I break it down, I break it down
 I break it down, I break it down
 I break it down, I break it down, I br-
 I love you

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