Bb A9(G ) Dm (strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees) Dm ( Dm/C ) (blood on the leaves) i just need to clear my mind now (Bb ) F it's been racin' since the summertime Bb F now i'm holdin' down the summer now Bb Dm ( Dm/C ) And all i want is what i can't buy now Dm ( Dm/C ) Cause i ain't got the money on me right now (Bb ) F And i told you to wait Bb F Yeah i told you to wait Bb Dm ( Dm/C ) So i'm a need a little more time now Dm ( Dm/C ) Cause i ain't got the money on me right now (Bb ) F And i thought you could wait Bb F Yeah, i thought you could wait Bb Gm These bitches surroundin' me A9 All want somethin' out me Dm Then they talk about me F Bb Would be lost without me Bb We could've been somebody A9(G ) Thought you'd be different 'bout it Dm Now i know you naughty (hold) So let's get on with it Dm5 C5 Dm5 You could've been somebody C5 Dm5 'Stead you had to tell somebody ( Bb ) F Bb Let's take it back to the first party F Bb When you tried your first molly Dm5 C5 Dm5 And came out of your body Dm5 C5 Dm5 And came out of your body ( Bb ) F Bb Running naked down the lobby F Bb And you was screamin' that you love me Dm(Dm/C ) Before the limelight tore ya Dm Before the limelight stole ya Dm5 Remember we were so young Am When i would hold you Bb F Before the glory F Bb i know there ain't wrong with me Bb A9(G ) Dm (strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees) Something strange is happening Dm5 D#5 You could've been somethin' Dm5 D#5 We could've, we could've been somebody Dm5 D#5 Or was it all our first party Am When we tried our first molly Dm5 D#5 And came out of our body Dm5 D#5 And came out of our body Dm5 D#5 Am Dm5 Before they call lawyers D#5 Before you tried to destroy us Dm5 D#5 How you gon' lie to the lawyers? Dm5 D#5 it's like i don't even know ya Am i gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia Dm5 D#5 Fuck them other niggas cause i'm down with my niggas Dm5 D#5 Fuck them other niggas cause i'm down with my niggas Dm5 D#5 Fuck them other niggas cause i'm down with my niggas Am i ride with my niggas, i'll die for my... Dm5 D#5 Dm5 D#5 Dm5 D#5 Am (repeat for the rap) To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy i don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy She instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert" He instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert" He only wanna see that ass in reverse Two thousand dollar bag with no cash in your purse Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side Gotta keep 'em separated, i call that apartheid Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that That going to that owing money that the court got On and on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie 'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony Dm5 D#5 Dm5 D#5 Dm5 D#5 Am (x2) (just go back to the original chord sequence)