Chord Granny Crib by Lil Durk

Intro C#m C#m C#m G#m Hook C#m Came a long way to a mansion crib C#m I had roaches out my granny crib C#m Jumped into the streets on accident G#m Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit C#m I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis C#m I bet that nigga won't lack again C#m Remember I had them 2s for 10s G#m Put me on child support you better not ask for shit C#m On my dead body C#m I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body C#m And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body G#m Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body C#m And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody C#m I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's C#m My homie he the police he might be fed probably G#m That's on my dead body Verse 1 C#m You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back C#m Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped C#m Always tryin' to fix some shit where its loose at G#m Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares C#m Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares C#m Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir for my son C#m Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared G#m Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead C#m Know some niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds C#m Know some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the feds C#m Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head G#m No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead C#m Please be greater, don't please these haters C#m When that Bentley pouting, like please these gators C#m I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later G#m You don't believe me now, you gon' believe me later C#m You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed later C#m We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'em C#m Pereocet eater, I told Rex take 'em G#m And that money change ya I told Rex thank you Hook C#m Came a long way to a mansion crib C#m I had roaches out my granny crib C#m Jumped into the streets on accident G#m Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit C#m I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis C#m I bet that nigga won't lack again C#m Remember I had them 2s for 10s G#m Put me on child support you better not ask for shit C#m On my dead body C#m I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body C#m And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body G#m Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body C#m And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody C#m I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's C#m My homie he the police he might be fed probably G#m That's on my dead body Verse 2 C#m I'ma attached to my babies They be drivin' me crazy C#m My three sons crazy Make my daughters ladies C#m Turn these thous to millions Goin broke prevent it G#m I be on my enemies 101 percentage C#m Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas My life I adjusted wit it C#m I snake you just to get it No wonder why I keep my distance C#m Wonder why I keep my pistol Had fame since we was little G#m Kept guns from being bullied Cap guns to keep em fully C#m My teacher tried to push me I need them birds like Wukey C#m My bitch I love her pussy For thirty thousand book me C#m They steady tryna book me Smoke a pound of cookie G#m A designer junkie I done survived the jungle C#m Imma survive the struggle Forever got ride wit muscle C#m These ain't right act like they love me C#m Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me G#m Facts, oh C#m A shame on you mean that's a shame on me C#m Got fame on you mean thats fame for me C#m If you get 100 years, that the same for me G#m I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me Hook C#m Came a long way to a mansion crib C#m I had roaches out my granny crib C#m Jumped into the streets on accident G#m Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit C#m I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis C#m I bet that nigga won't lack again C#m Remember I had them 2s for 10s G#m Put me on child support you better not ask for shit C#m On my dead body C#m I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body C#m And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body G#m Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body C#m And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody C#m I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's C#m My homie he the police he might be fed probably G#m That's on my dead body