Meek Mill – We Ball chords

[Intro: Meek Mill]
AmYeah!
CRIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
AmAll the fallen soldiers
F          GScooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
                            AmWhen 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             GAin't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
                    Am                    I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
                         FBut now they all bustin' U-ies its gon' cost 'em
G                        Am                   I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
                      F             GKilled his only big brother and we lost him
                 Am           So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
                    F         GWe'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                              GDeep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
                     Am               My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
                 F                       GBut mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
                     Am                  Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
                          F                         GUsed to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
                    Am             Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
                          F                         GCause this the type of money'll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
                   AmAnd I can't trust nobody
F                               G         AmThey 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                GI hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
                     AmWhen they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
               F                          GMan I must've threw up everything I ever ate
              Am                        Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
                   F                                    GKicking shi t with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Am                                    F                 Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
G                       AmSelling dog food tryna feed my pups
                           FYoung rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough\
          GAnd I'm going through stuff
         AmI don't feel no love
                               FAnd I shake your body and you still wake up
G                    AmTaking 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                             GGucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
Am                              All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
F                               GPerkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
Am                               I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
F                            GLost 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                            GSipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
AmSRT the challengers
C                     F       Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
G                         AmAnd I'm leaning like a project banister
        C             F                         GI'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Am           FFuck 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                         GGot 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                                     GI was juggin' round the city, I came back
Am           FFuck it, we ball
G                 Yeah, fuck it, we ball
              Am           Tear down the mall, yeah
            FFuck it, we ball
G             Am        F GTear down the mall, ayy