Chord Clay Pigeons by Adam Calhoun feat Struggle Jennings

Chorus G#m I'd rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint G#m Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates E Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints D# Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints Verse 1 G#m The Devil laughed, While Jesus wept I ran the streets, While momma slept G#m Secret kept, Kept me outta jail, Granny prayed, Keep me outta hell E Never bailed, Til I made bond I can't stay home I gotta stay gone D#m James Bond with a bad bitch and a Chevy truck black as Akon G#m Gassed up, But no brakes on, Blazed a trail like napalm G#m Stay calm, We ain't the type of people, You can break on E Straight-up, any disrespect I hit 'em with the straight-arm D#m Game on, Coloring your shirt red crayon G#m Can't escape, so I'm the GOAT, You gotta put the blame on G#m Keep your cape on, And save yourself, From devastation E Ridin' with them shooters, That'll shoot, no hesitation D# Put it on the line, That's a bet, That you can bank on Chorus G#m I'd rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint G#m Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates E Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints D# Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints G#m Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint G#m Go hard for my people,Never bow behind gates E Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints D# Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints G#m Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint G#m Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates E Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints D# Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints Verse 2 G#m Lord, forgive 'em if they kill me, And I don't make it home G#m Old lady gon' be pissed, If that dinner get cold E Bet I make it out alive, Only know how to survive D# How you gonna kill a man, N.C. Bust his ass to provide? G#m You gon' die, Ain't no lie, It don't matter who's askin' G#m You and your fuckin' guys, Lookin' like target practice E Smoke 'em like ashes, Put 'em on a shirt D# Wear 'em like fashion, Throw 'em in a hearse G#m Rappers, all you do is stay bitchin' G#m Blast them rocks, Shoot 'em like clay pigeons E Crashin', haulin' ass, Like my brakes missin' D# This shit in my lap, Make your whole face different G#m I'm talkin' bout that all-black Mac, G#m One phone call, dudes show up, In all-black masks E This ain't just a rap, That's a fact motherfucker D# And it don't matter if you're white, Or black motherfucker Chorus G#m I'd rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint G#m Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates E Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints D# Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints G#m Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint G#m Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates E Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints D# Rather laugh with the sinnerS, Than to cry with the saints G#m Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint G#m Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates E Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints D# Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints Outro G#m G#m E D# G#m G#m E D#