Chord In My Section by Quando Rondo

no capo! intro Dm Am jd on the track Bb Tell 'em label me a real one C Tell 'em label me a real ayy Dm Am tell 'em label me a real one Bb Tell 'em label me a real one C Tell 'em label me a real one chorus F Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like i didn't catch it Am Put a condom on that dick around that glock They'll know i'm well protected Bb Youngest thuggin' in my section C And they gon' rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson F Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game C They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name Gm This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine C This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine verse 1 Dm What the world comin' to Niggas tellin' on they partners Am Why the fuck they break the rules? Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper Bb I might make the news I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar C I done paid my dues A-b-c-d, fuck it man, i'm past due for a w Dm Upside down, i'ma stack them m's Ballin' so hard, i might break the rim Am Can't fuck with y'all niggas, y'all fuck with them You should've known better, it's up with them Bb I've been grippin' them glocks with bob and tim Lil zane my nigga, made it far with them C Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him I don't ever hear a rat, not involved with him Dm She wrote my name on her photo Am I got my game from the olders I got the world on the shoulders Bb I got this girl on my shoulders I pour the drank in peach soda C I pour my pain in peach soda I think my heart gettin' colder I swear it's hard to be sober chorus F Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like i didn't catch it Am Put a condom on that dick around that glock They'll know i'm well protected Bb Youngest thuggin' in my section C And they gon' rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson F Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game C They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name Gm This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine C This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine verse 2 F That brand new hellcat go real fast, i know you hear the motor C And they say god give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers Gm See i got bitch problems, jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder C Plus i got rich problems, it's a couple niggas say i owe them Dm Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work Am Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put god first Dm Last time i faced the main reason why my heart hurt Am Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how god work Dm I swear i had to start first He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fear the trap Am I lost my mind, i had to snap back like a fitted cap Bb And they claim they showin' love but i really don't feel none C Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one chorus F Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like i didn't catch it Am Put a condom on that dick around that glock They'll know i'm well protected Bb Youngest thuggin' in my section C And they gon' rock out with that calico for that smith and wesson F Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game C They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name Gm This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine C This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine