Acordes de I Will Not Lose
Mugz
Mugz

N/A
Tonalidad: A minor
Verse 1
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
Ab
Ab
I, I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of a judge,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of my kids,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
I will not lose
You put me in front of a bitch,
Fm
Fm
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
You put me in front of some money,
Ab
Ab
I will not
Cm
Cm
I hear all this tough talk,
niggas say they don't cry
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Hold your best friend in your arms,
Fm
Fm
then witness him die
Cm
Cm
Pain is hard,
especially when a nigga can't cope
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Bored up in the fetus
when you're losing all hope
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Thoughts all flash back
like a reoccurring dream
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Remind yourself everyday
Fm
Fm
of the shit that you've seen
Cm
Cm
That's wet on your cheeks,
tears drain out like a faucet
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Recording the day of your life,
Bb
Bb
feelin' like there are forces
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
A nigga that lost it,
night to night his mind is heavy
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Low bul lets in the clip,
goin' jump in the Chevy
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Pressure break levees,
pressure also makes a diamond
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Now he's back to his self,
plus nigga it's shinin'
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
We all know he got money,
Fm
Fm
cause a nigga is grindin'
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Get s into an argument,
Fm
Fm
and the second he's scrappin'
Cm
Cm
Plays out scenarios
Fm
Fm
he don't think they can happen
Cm
Cm
He was walkin' to the car,
Bb
Bb
when that gun got the blast
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
Tell him, I will not lose
You put me in front of a judge,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of my kids,
Fm
Fm
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
You put me in front of a bitch, I will not lose
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
You put me in front of some money,
Ab
Ab
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of a judge,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of my kids?
Fm
Fm
I would not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of a bitch?
Fm
Fm
I would not lose
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
You put me in front of some money?
Ab
Ab
I would not lose
Cm
Cm
I'm from the D -Boy,
Bb
Bb
home of the D -Boys
Cm
Cm
Fm
Fm
Where niggas use a J -O -B as a decoy
Cm
Cm
Got the fans watchin',
Bb
Bb
that's how the brands clockin'
Cm
Cm
Take it even, split and dip,
Fm
Fm
or take the fad option
Cm
Cm
Gettin' hit with three keys,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
and he still may bail
Cm
Cm
Profession -proof niggas
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
always got stories to tell
I keep fuckin' with him,
Fm
Fm
just to see what's poppin'
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
Nigga still slangin',
Ab
Ab
boy must be a fan watchin'
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Cm
Got word back through the hood,
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Bb
his blood is rat -in fested
Cm
Cm
Lost to the prescription,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
too much for his momma's checkin'
Nah, his momma's checkin'
Bb
Bb
for a generic option
Cm
Cm
I guess the pills was too real
Fm
Fm
for a kid's poppin'
Cm
Cm
Gave her open arms,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
heart in her chest is droppin'
Cm
Cm
Just to keep it real,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
your son's real, we got a problem
I hate the fact that this man
Fm
Fm
said K to his ears
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
But calm down now, baby,
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
cause I will not lose
You put me in front of a judge,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of my kids,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
I will not lose
Fm
Fm
You put me in front of a bitch, I will not lose
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
You put me in front of some mothers,
Ab
Ab
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of a judge,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of my kids,
Fm
Fm
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of a bitch,
Fm
Fm
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
You put me in front of some mothers,
Ab
Ab
I will not
Cm
Cm
The room is quiet,
heart drops down to his belly
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Offer 17 to 30 and he's
thinking they silly,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
this shit's gonna kill me
Lawyers get back to debating,
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
finally he looks up
This nigga's off on probation,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
the life that he's living
he's faking
He's fiending for drama,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
but leaves an eye for an eye
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Fm
But he ain't thinking about karma,
Cm
Cm
five ways around the fan
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Put his foot in the street, nothing serious
Bb
Bb
Ab
Ab
Just a little dabu and beats,
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Cm
shit gets serious
So he gets his hands on some heat
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Tells no one close
cause he ain't facing defeat
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
They close on for weeks,
but it's fun to this man
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Grab some hoes now,
cause this nigga's
long enough for friends
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Comes up with plans in his head,
Fm
Fm
cause he know what he know
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Do some dumb shit,
Fm
Fm
now it's time for him to go
Cm
Cm
Changes for his daughter,
his family,
and for his own sake
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
Lowering his bid,
Bb
Bb
finally he reaches his gates
Ab
Ab
Cm
Cm
And tell him, I will not lose
You put me in front of a judge,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of my kids,
Fm
Fm
Cm
Cm
I will not lose
You put me in front of a bitch,
Fm
Fm
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
You put me in front of some money,
Ab
Ab
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
I will not lose
You put me in front of a judge,
Fm
Fm
Bb
Bb
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of my kids,
Fm
Fm
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
You put me in front of a bitch,
Fm
Fm
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
Bb
Bb
You put me in front of some mothers,
Ab
Ab
I will not lose
Cm
Cm
I will not lose

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