Sucks To Be You

	  		
 
             Bm 
Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you 
              F#m 
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance 
                A 
Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells 
                    E 
I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands 
                Bm 
It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you 
               F#m 
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance 
          A 
Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels 
                  E 
Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands 


Verse 1:
 
                  D 
The story don't start off great, I'm a gorilla goin' ape 
               E 
I'm just a street nigga tryna make it to a milli in all the wrong ways 
               Bm 
I'm runnin' all the long plays, they said I was born the wrong shade 
            F#m 
I shoulda made it five years ago, my nigga, I was really born late 
         D 
I used to carry sticks in my clothes, carry work in my shoes 
   E 
Below the poverty line, what you expect me to do? Bm 
                                               F#m 
Runnin' through this life until twenty-one, twenty-two 

Until I had to make a choice, you helped me choose 


Pre-Chorus
 
             Bm 
She said she believe in me, just keep on goin' 
                    F#m 
Just make sure when you get there, leave the door open 
             A 
I said you know who I am, this kid from Brooklyn 
             E 
I wish you still believed, even though tears are soaking 


 
             Bm 
Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you 
               F#m 
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance 
                A 
Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells 
                    E 
I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands 
                Bm 
It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you 
               F#m 
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance 
           A 
Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels 
                  E 
Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands 


Verse 2:
 
        D 
So I tell nobody 'bout my dreams, workin' at the hotel 
   F#m 
'Cause I don't think confessions over there might go well 
      A 
And goin' back to the hood means that I have course failed 
  C#m 
You either kill or you're roadkill, so I said 
   D 
Moved uptown, Kyra, she gave me a place to stay 
   E 
Mama kicked me out back then, she did it ungraciously 
   Bm 
Came home to all of the locks changed on New Year's Eve 
  F#m 
I'm glad we're doin' better, we're both okay 
 D 
I stayed there for like three years, oh, bless her heart and soul 
 E 
She's worth a pot of gold 
                                 Bm 
She's worth a thousand years in G-Wagons on the road 
                                 F#m 
I made a promise, I keep it, won't ever betray those 


Pre-Chorus
 
                Bm 
She said she believe in me, just keep on goin' 
               F#m 
Just make sure when you get there, leave the door open 
            A 
I said you know who I am, this kid from Brooklyn 
            E 
I had abandonment issues, you left me broken 


 
             Bm 
Sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you 
              F#m 
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance 
                A 
Runnin' through cartels and jumpin' through bombshells 
                   E 
I thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands 
                Bm 
It sucks to be you 'cause I woulda loved you 
               F#m 
I'd watch the whole world burn to see you dance 
              A 
Jump over bombshells and runnin' through cartels 
              E 
Thought we would die growin' old, holdin' hands