Chord We Ball by Meek Mill feat Young Thug

Intro: Meek Mill Am Yeah! C RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe Am All the fallen soldiers F G Scooter, Truce Verse 1: Meek Mill Am When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga F In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him G Am Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker F G Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas Am I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it F But now they all bustin' U-ies its gon' cost 'em G Am I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin Truce F G Killed his only big brother and we lost him Am So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win F G We've been at the clearport ballin' Am I just want to see my niggas flossin' F G Hundred bands everytime I walk in Am If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it F G Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me Am My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings mama F G But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40 Am Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper F G Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster Am Gotta watch my own homies on the roster F G Cause this the type of money'll get your lined up Bridge: Meek Mill Am And I can't trust nobody F G Am They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him F G Am They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it F G Am Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model F G I hope the Lord got us Verse 2: Young Thug Am When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape F G Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate Am Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates F G Kicking shi t with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates Am F Relax your mind and kick your feet way up G Am Selling dog food tryna feed my pups F Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough G And I'm going through stuff Am I don't feel no love F And I shake your body and you still wake up G Am Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup F G The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone Am I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static F G Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy Am All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket F G Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages Am I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches F G Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it Am You can't question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges F G Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it Am SRT the challengers C F Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate G Am And I'm leaning like a project banister C F G I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy Outro: Young Thug Am F Fuck it, we ball, yeah G Am All the soldiers we lost, yeah F Fuck it, we ball G For all the soldiers we lost Am Shawty on percocets in the bag all the soldiers we lost F G Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag all the soldiers we lost Am She just got a nose job and it wasn't that bad fuck it, we ball F G I was juggin' round the city, I came back Am F Fuck it, we ball G Yeah, fuck it, we ball Am Tear down the mall, yeah F Fuck it, we ball G Am F G Tear down the mall, ayy