Might Not

C#m  A   B
C#m  A   B

C#m
Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax cause
A                            B
I've been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll back but
C#m
All I wanna do is forget about my past and
A                           B
Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic

C#m
Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smilin'
A                                        B
Probably cause I'm faded or I'm chillin' with the fans and
C#m
Not really the type to let a nigga talk back but
A                          B
Imma let it slide cause my niggas too violent

C#m
Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit
A                          B
Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trappin'
C#m
Got a couple girls shootin' movies on the mattress
A                              B
Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack

C#m
Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma
A                             B
Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic
C#m
Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic
A                         B                         C#m
Nobody can handle me, I'm gone when the shit's too strong

                C#m
The night's too long
           A                      B
I took too much and I've gone too far

                C#m
And I might not make it
I might not make it
A                     B
This time I might not make it
            C#m
I might not make it
I might not make it
A                     B
This time I might not make it
            C#m
I might not make it
I might not make it
A                     B
This time I might not make it
             C#m
I might not

C#m
Bitches know, told a ho, "It's different strokes for different folks"
A                             B
Came up out the north, we was playin' with a different snow
C#m
Took my niggas from the four-one to pacific coast
A                        B
We no longer put no fish scale on the fishin' boat

C#m
Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (Liquor, smoke)
C#m
I know all you bitches want is dick and dough (Dick and dough)
C#m
Told her, "You don't gotta make it difficult"
A                             B
Baby, sit calm, we don't need another episode

C#m
Hippy bitches sendin' me titty pictures
A                               B
She told me no religion was the new religion
C#m
She said she don't believe in God but her shoes Christian
A                             B
I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen

C#m
Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher
A                                B
She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' hoes fired
C#m
Why the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink?
A                          B                          C#m
You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the shit's too strong

                C#m
The night's too long
           A                      B
I took too much and I've gone too far

                C#m
And I might not make it
I might not make it
A                     B
This time I might not make it
            C#m
I might not make it
I might not make it
A                     B
This time I might not make it
            C#m
I might not make it
I might not make it
A                     B
This time I might not make it
             C#m
I might not

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