Adam Calhoun feat Struggle Jennings - Clay Pigeons

[Chorus]
G#m
I’d rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint
G#m
Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates
E
Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints
D#
Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints

[Verse 1]
G#m
The Devil laughed, While Jesus wept I ran the streets, While momma slept
G#m
Secret kept, Kept me outta jail, Granny prayed, Keep me outta hell
E
Never bailed, Til I made bond I can’t stay home I gotta stay gone
D#m
James Bond with a bad bitch and a Chevy truck black as Akon
G#m
Gassed up, But no brakes on, Blazed a trail like napalm
G#m
Stay calm, We ain’t the type of people, You can break on
E
Straight-up, any disrespect I hit ’em with the straight-arm
D#m
Game on, Coloring your shirt red crayon
G#m
Can’t escape, so I’m the GOAT, You gotta put the blame on
G#m
Keep your cape on, And save yourself, From devastation
E
Ridin’ with them shooters, That’ll shoot, no hesitation
D#
Put it on the line, That’s a bet, That you can bank on

[Chorus]
G#m
I’d rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint
G#m
Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates
E
Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints
D#
Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints
G#m
Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint
G#m
Go hard for my people,Never bow behind gates
E
Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints
D#
Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints
G#m
Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint
G#m
Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates
E
Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints
D#
Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints

[Verse 2]
G#m
Lord, forgive ’em if they kill me, And I don’t make it home
G#m
Old lady gon’ be pissed, If that dinner get cold
E
Bet I make it out alive, Only know how to survive
D#
How you gonna kill a man,
N.C.
Bust his ass to provide?
G#m
You gon’ die, Ain’t no lie, It don’t matter who’s askin’
G#m
You and your fuckin’ guys, Lookin’ like target practice
E
Smoke ’em like ashes, Put ’em on a shirt
D#
Wear ’em like fashion, Throw ’em in a hearse
G#m
Rappers, all you do is stay bitchin’
G#m
Blast them rocks, Shoot ’em like clay pigeons
E
Crashin’, haulin’ ass, Like my brakes missin’
D#
This shit in my lap, Make your whole face different
G#m
I’m talkin’ bout that all-black Mac,
G#m
One phone call, dudes show up, In all-black masks
E
This ain’t just a rap, That’s a fact motherfucker
D#
And it don’t matter if you’re white, Or black motherfucker

[Chorus]
G#m
I’d rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint
G#m
Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates
E
Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints
D#
Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints
G#m
Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint
G#m
Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates
E
Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints
D#
Rather laugh with the sinnerS, Than to cry with the saints
G#m
Rather ride with the killers, Than to die with the faint
G#m
Go hard for my people, Never bow behind gates
E
Live free in the wind, Not to die in restraints
D#
Rather laugh with the sinners, Than to cry with the saints

[Outro]
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