Logic - Stainless

^GmIt'^As ^Dm2 b^Gmars^A? ^DmAig^Cht^Am...^Dm [Verse 1: Logic] ^AmMotherfuckers wanna get famous ^GmBust guns and get dangerous (dangerous) ^BbDaddy graduated from Cambridge ^GmMoney talks in every language ^GmReal recognize that stainless Silver spoon what my a^Dmim is ^AmY'all don't know what that game is ^GmY'all don't know what that, uh ^GmY'all 'bout that fraternity life If you're f^Ebrom where I'm from then as soon as you come Baby girl gon' be about that mat^Gmernity life ^GmIf you do like my daddy then she gonna be s^Dmingle and alone That mat^Amernity life for eternity life ^GmEternity life probably thinking we livin' that life ^GmCause we do what we do, but hold up let me get it right. ^AmEverybody got problems, everybody got pr^Gmoblems But not everybody need a ^Am.45 to solve them, revolve them ^AmTake care of all of them like this ^GmI might just go crazy all the way ^AmY'all live that life where your safety is only a ^Gmcall away ^GmBut not us, mommy and daddy n^Bbever bought us ^GmNot a god damn thing but they brought us ^AmBroke as hell we couldn't fund the trust ^GmOutside run around with a gun to bust ^GmPolice looking for every o^Amne of us ^GmBack then yeah all of that was fun to us ^AmHad a little bit of money in the middle Let me hit 'em with a r^Gmiddle If I never had a d^Dmark night I might ^Amnot-not-not— Not be the s^Gmame—might not be the—

^AmI know my mind is sob^Gmer But I'm ^Amso high, it's o^Gmver I know m^Amy mind is sob^Dmer ^Gm But I'm ^Amso high, it's o^Gmver

^AmAy, hey now boy? ^GmYou don't know nothing about this, right here boy Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac. ^AmYou don't know nothin' bout that ^GmChi town South Central with the gang, gang, gang Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat Get the fuck up off your silver

^AmEverybody wanna live lavish ^GmA million in the bank on average ^AmThey cutthroat yeah they savage ^GmThey riding round with the baddest (bitch) ^CmOne day I ^Amwoke up, and said I'm bout to do this ^GmFor the rest of my life, no que^Amstion it's right Waiting for the bus at a s^Gmtop light Looking at the cop right in front o^Amf my eyes Living in a wo^Gmrld of lies, where the truth dies And hatred m^Amultiplies—mu-mu-mu-mu^Gmlti— Multiplies, I said I can't tak^Gme it I remember wondering if I would ever make it But as I reminisce I realize it was all irrelevant, it's evident I'm g^Ametting money for the he^Gmll of it Never fuck around, so the flow celibate ^GmSpeaking for the people like a delegate And when the situation's delicate I execute it with the proper etiquette ^AmEverybody wanna get ahead of it, no ^DmI can't take the time to stop ^AmIt ain't all about the money so I'm headed to the top But I'm s^Gmtill getting guap never stop unless a body drop Metap^Dmhorical motherfucker to ^Gmget it in While the whole world spin for the dividend But I'm in another system Everybody hate till he dead then they miss 'em ^CmWhy can't w^Ame relax and listen? ^GmStop spending money on th^Dmings that glisten

^AmI know my mind is sob^Gmer But I'm ^Amso high, it's o^Gmver I know m^Amy mind is sob^Dmer ^Gm But I'm ^Amso high, it's o^Gmver

^AmAy, hey now boy? ^GmYou don't know nothing about this, right here boy Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac. ^AmYou don't know nothin' bout that ^GmChi town South Central with the gang, gang, gang Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat Get the fuck up off your s^Gmilver spoon.