Sore Losers chords

Russ

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Intro 
Yeah 
Bm                              Em 
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me 
                                      Bm 
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me 
Yeah 

Verse 
Em 
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's arena talk 
Bm 
You still on your Training Day, you Ethan Hawke 
Em 
Rappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicks 
            Bm 
Instead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minute 
       Em 
We are not side by side, ain't no split-screen image 
     Bm 
I'ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket 
           C 
I'm just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with it 
           G 
I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot 
       Em 
I got blitzkrieg critics 
They ain't wastin' no time 
             Bm 
But I ain't wastin' no money, so I pay 'em no mind 
         Em 
That's a lie, I be snappin' 
                                            Bm 
That's my fault, I'm adjustin' to people spreadin' lies about me 
Just hatin' and judging 
         Em 
For the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout 
               Bm 
Shit's been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth 
         C 
Put my home in the South, 10K square feet 
            G 
Name your favorite rappers now, let's play "where's he?" 
          Em 
Probably chasin' a hit, probably lost in LA 
          Bm 
Probably paying for likes, probably paying for plays 
          Em 
Probably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador 
          Bm 
Business manager furious, like "What the fuck did you spend that for?" 
Em 
Fuck y'all though, I'ma keep on winnin' 
       Bm 
I got angels all around me, y'all can keep on sinnin' 
                C 
'Cause ain't no way y'all are fuckin' up my light light 
              G 
I spent two million just on taxes, somethin' light light 
      Em 
In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don 
        Bm 
Writin' songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on 
     Em 
You gotta see it way before it happens, yes yes 
Bm 
I'ma be the greatest, I won't settle for next best 
Em 
Got your girl in her birthday suit, that's best dressed 
Bm 
Plus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneres 
C 
First class Emirates that's how I'm flyin' 
G 
SUVs on the tarmac, that's how I'm arrivin' 
Em 
Presidential treatment, ooh this life so good 
       Bm 
White skin, they can't believe that I got friends in the hood 
           Em 
I know the love songs and melodies throw y'all off 
             Bm 
Don't give a fuck about your face tats, we know y'all soft 
      Em 
People we know with face tats got them for a reason 
     Bm 
You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reachin' 
C 
A lot of kids are poppin' xans and sippin' lean now 
G 
A lot of rappers using Instagram to teach how 
Em 
A lot of kids OD'ed that you don't read 'bout 
Bm 
'Cause they don't follow rappers, they just follow fiends now 
Em 
But I'm the bad guy for callin' it out 
           Bm 
I come in clutch with the truth, y'all are stallin' it out 
       Em 
I only get in trouble when I say the truth 
                  Bm 
Which means you gettin' fed lies everyday, you fools 
          C 
Do your research before you try and speak on my name 
          G 
Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the chains 
Em 
The beats classic, I amaze myself 
       Bm 
I'm a boss, I'm a owner, yeah I pay myself 
         Em 
Fuck the capes of society, I saved myself 
      Bm 
Even after all the millions bitch, I stayed myself 
         Em 
I still take my mom with me, Bugus still right here 
Bm 
New people think my buzz got here in a lightyear 
C 
Fuck y'all, this ain't a Toy Story 
G 
I eat Nigerian, save some moimoi for me 
Em 
Yeah, lot of y'all girls I coulda hit 
              Bm 
But I'm the type to pass the pussy to stay home and cut a hit 
 Em 
Never fuck a chick at her house, she got exes 
Bm 
I just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits 
Em 
Cameras at the entrance 
Try if you want to 
Bm 
Bugus told me, "God forbid they get you, I got you" 
C 
I'm an idol, people treat me like Billy 
             G 
Singin' and rappin' goin' platinum, people treat me like Drizzy 
          Em 
Take the studio with me 
Set up shop in the telly 
                Bm 
I've watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like Belly 
            Em 
There ain't shit you can tell me, you can save that shit 
       Bm 
Fake convos before favors, I hate that shit 
Em 
Yesterday turned down a 150,000 
                  Bm 
I ain't trippin' 'bout it 
I get that every week like allowance 
           C 
From my independent catalog 
                        G 
Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'Bron 
                           Em 
Stay in your lane, this is big business 
                 Bm 
Move bitch, get back like Chris Bridges 
                  Em 
I remember only sellin' like six tickets 
                      Bm 
Now I make the girls crazy like Sid Vicious 
                     Em 
I coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truths 
                         Bm 
Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool 
             Em 
But it's not in me to be fake, I can't do it 
            Bm 
I can see through it, man this game is translucent 
               Em 
They twist the truth for the headline drama 
                Bm 
Clicks create traffic, traffic creates dollars 
          Em 
The sheep believe it, they ain't up on game yet 
        Bm 
Smooth rides ain't as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn) 
Em 
Controversy is currency, controversy is clout 
Bm 
That's why my haters keep my name in their mouth 
            C 
Y'all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion 
       G 
It's hard to stop my movement when I'm already in motion 
Em 
This ain't luck, this is by design 
         Bm 
I had to work in the dark for my light to shine 
         Em 
A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon 
           Bm 
A lot of rappers go broke, 'cause they got rich too soon (damn) 
Em 
My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for some 
Bm 
It forces them to look around and see what they haven't done 
C 
That's a line for any hater, y'all are mad at yourselves 
G 
Judging every move I make, y'all distractin' yourselves 
Em 
You could do this shit too if you wanted 
     Bm 
But you would rather sit around and bitch and make comments 
Em 
Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable 
Bm 
I'm country-hoppin' in a jet, that's the visual 
Em 
I saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannel 
Bm 
I bet on myself, yeah I had to gamble 
C 
I feel like I'm half god, half mammal 
G 
Bitch I turned my life into the Travel Channel 
Em 
I'm not home, I'm in Stockholm 
             Bm 
With heated floors and the beds with the soft foam 
           Em 
It's like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads out 
 Bm 
Every time I big myself up, they get stressed out 
Em 
I'm the best out, yeah I said it 
      Bm 
Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits 
C 
I'm the best out, yeah I said it 
      G 
Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits 

Outro 
         Em 
Bitch, yeah 
                    Bm 
Produced, mixed, mastered 

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