Chord Child Of God by Chance the Rapper

Capo: 1st fret Intro Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Ab Ab Ab Bb Bb Igh! Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Just do your thing, child Ab Ab Just do your thing, child Ab Bb Do your thing Verse 1 Ebadd11 Truth be told, I got the ball on a string Bsus4/G Carried the weight of the world, but it came with some handles Ab Ab I drag it to the basket, Moses with the passage Ab Bb Safely Lord God, please make an example Bb Ebadd11 I try to break shackles, now they ankles in shambles Bsus4/G I can't expect them to be grateful and thankful Ab Ab They thought I had a manual like Hansel Ab Bb Bb Leave your plans in mans hands and it gets manhandled Ebadd11 Dancin' in the street, but I didn't panhandle Bsus4/G When I finally drop, make a pamphlet Ab Ab Sell tickets, put that shit on FanDuel, OnlyFans and Fandango Ab Bb Give me your ear like Van Gogh and it's candlewick Ebadd11 I mean, I mean, it's lit like a candlestick Bbsus4/G When I'm fatigued like a camo fit Ab Ab A rich man: the size of the needle that the camel fits Ab Bb Walkin' to Jesus with my sandals wet Pre-Chorus Ebadd11 This world will make you second-guess your first mind Bbsus4/G Remember when it was your first day, the first time? Ab Ab It couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time Ab Bb And you remember that low voice with that rehearsed line Just repeatin' Chorus Ebadd11 Do your thing, child Do your thing, child Bbsus4/G Do your thing That shit hit, hahahaha Ab Ab Just do your thing, child Oh jeez Ab Bb Do your thing Do your thing Verse 2 Ebadd11 At every corner store, bodega, delicatessen Bbsus4/G Stands a big head kid learning delicate lessons Ab Ab Roasted for they clothes, or they emotions or they roaches Ab Bb Bullied by they friends, or they mamas, or they coaches Ebadd11 Half size, chastised, dolls with glass eyes Bbsus4/G Talk down, tossed down, the world just pass by Ab Ab Grow up to be saviors, surgeons, rabbis Ab Bb Bb The world should've capsized when God got baptized Ebadd11 The boat don't sink, the show don't stop Bbsus4/G The weapons form, the load don't drop Ab Ab The boat gon' rock, the foes gon' plot Ab Bb The rolls don't switch, the photo crop Bb The motto is "The more those hate, the more doors prop" Ebadd11 Open, the prince of Heaven was tempted Bbsus4/G Told that he wasn't who he was, and they meant it Ab Ab Never was there a path better cemented Ab Bb So what they gon' say when you at the Olympics or tryna attempt it? Pre-Chorus Ebadd11 Remember when it was your first day, the first time? Bbsus4/G Couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time Ab Ab And you remember that low voice with that rehearsed line Ab Bb Repeatin', it was sayin' Chorus Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Do your thing Ab Ab Just do your thing, child Ab Bb Do your thing Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Just do your thing, child Ab Ab Just do your thing, child Ab Bb Do your thing Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Just do your thing, child Do your thing Ab Ab Just do your thing, child Ab Bb Just do your thing Pre-Chorus Ebadd11 This world will make you second guess your first mind Bbsus4/G Remember when it was your first day, the first time? Ab Ab It couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time Ab Bb And you remember that low voice with that rehearsed line Just repeatin' Chorus Ebadd11 Do your thing, child Bbsus4/G Do your thing That shit hit! Ab Ab Just do your thing, child Oh Jeez! Ab Bb Do your thing Do your thing Outro Ebadd11 Just do your thing, child Do your thing Bbsus4/G Just do your thing, child Do your thing Ab Ab Just do your thing, child Do your thing Ab Bb Just do your thing, child Do your thing Keyboard Solo Ebadd11 Bbsus4/G Ab Ab Ab Bb x3