Tory Lanez – March 2nd chords

[Intro]
Cm Bb
Dm Bb

[Verse]
CmSecond cycle, the kid is movin' like Billy Idol
Bb                               DmWith some past due W's that I'm still entitled
BbCity love me I treat it like it's a bridal
GmTux black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
CmLast album was great but I know this one is greater
  Bb                                                GmI made it this far as a great tastemaker without a spread from Complex
and them covers that come in from FADER
BbI'm at tables with mans you love it
           CmFuck it, I made it from buckets
Slept in the rugged seats of a Civic
BbTo walking through the city and niggas screaming I did it
GmI spit this shit from way back for 'em
                      BbThis for niggas that told me
"I'll come back" but never came back for 'em
CmLoyal to them so I wait back for 'em like they my niggas
GmKnowin' they isn't, these niggas so insufficient
When we was both dealing, I used to throw in the pigeon
   BbI guess, that mean nothing when niggas start coexisting
         CmI done lost some good girls and niggas that I would cope with
BbBeen backstabbed by niggas I used to smoke with
Gm                                                  BbAs far as rap I'm not the one to toe-to-toe with or go at it blow for blow with the silly shit no for no with
CmMoney on the line, its money all on my mind
 BbCalculating this vision, I sum it up for the grind
   BbI promise when I got it I'd fuck it up for the times
     Bb                                            CmPut 20k on the tab and buss it up every time, you get me?
                                             GmIn a Bentley smokin' on a fat 20, jealous niggas don't offend me, Dior dripped in the Fendi
  GmI do it for the family OGs that never sent me on mission when
I was down to put clip in and leave it empty and work
CmI ain't trippin' 'bout who got at me and dissed
BbI'm blessed, when I think about who shot at me and missed
             BbI came from real situations
Niggas got clapped for little insinuations, time and impatience
     CmBeen grindin', finding my way in so much bros like the Wayans
BbSometime it weigh me down whenever they try weigh in
BbIn the day out, in the day in, shooters on say when
 Bb                           GmNiggas got clapped before the day end
           Cm                                 BbThe city I come from, taught me that there's nothing to run from
It taught me get my money in lump sums
             BbSo 'til that day, still at war, I'm still at pay
Never change boy, we still that way
It's young Fargo

[Outro]
Cm Dm