Kunci: G minor
Intro 1
Em
C
Em
C
Verse 1
C
Hey,
Am
B
this is a song for my haters
Yeah, you got me feeling
Em
C
Am
this is a song for my haters
Em
you got me feeling like the greatest
G
Em
Ha, bitch, I'm about to blow up
C
Em
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Verse 2
B
C
I warmed up the next up
Em
Bitch I'm about to blow up
Now don't it sound legendary
Live enough to resurrect
the dead and buried
This for niggas who ain't
satisfied with secondary
This for my sisters who ain't
B
Em
satisfied with secretary
Uh, I'm blowing and bitch I'm still me
B
But what's the cost to live your dream,
Everything glittering ain't what
you think it will be
Funny how money,
B
D
Em
chains and whips make me feel free
I'm starring in this bitch and
yeah I write the show
Fuck the haters,
B
Em
I'm headed to the place you like to go
They say: "What you fighting for?
C
Em
The game is on life support"
B
And Gary Coleman just passed,
Verse 3
F#dim
G
C
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Am
Em
C
Look, I'm about to blow up
D
C
Yeah, got to the club early
just to get in free
Am
Em
C
And wait for hoes to show up
D
Em
C
But now it's bottles at them tables,
Am
Em
C
I'm about to po' up
Em
C
Uh ha, you know what
Am
Em
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Em
Right side, right side
C
Left side, left side, hey
B
C
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Verse 4
Am
B
Hey, this is a song for my haters
Yeah, you got me feeling
Em
B
Am
like the greatest
Em
C
Am
Yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters
Em
you got me feeling like the greatest
G
Em
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Verse 5
Mama said I should reconsider law school
Em
That means I wear a suit and bend
the truth and feel awful
Hell nah, got a degree,
but what that cost you?
You make a good salary just
to pay Sally Mae
That's real as ever
Ducking bill collectors like
When they showed up at your
Was broke as dishes tryna let it go
Hit the club she drop it low
B
Em
Lower than my credit score
So much debt it got me drinking,
thinking "Bitch I better blow"
I better blow
These hoes ain't checking for no
nigga with no vehicle
G
Em
You border like Mexico
Hey, baby girl, what it look like
And where ya head at
B
Em
And what ya cook like
She said where ya bread at
And what your whip like
You ain't got one or the other well,
D
Em
brother, goodnight
F#dim
G
Bitch, I'm about to blow
Verse 6
C
up
Am
Em
Look, I'm about to blow up
C
D
C
Yeah, got to the club early
just to get in free
Am
Em
And wait for hoes to show up
C
But now it's bottles at them tables,
Am
Em
I'm about to po' up
C
Em
C
Uh ha, you know what
Am
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Em
C
Left side, left side
Em
Right side, right side
C
Left side, left side, hey
B
C
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Verse 7
Am
B
Hey, this is a song for my haters
Yeah, you got me feeling like the
Em
B
Am
Em
C
greatest
Yeah, hey, this is a song
Am
B
for my haters
Hey, hey, you got me feeling
Em
B
like the greatest
Am
Em
Bitch, I'm about to blow up
Am
Praise God, it's hard to stay spiritual
Verse 8
G
How they got these niggas on
Am
me everything gon be fine
G
B
If I call your hotline and pay
Em
29.99 shit
Am
Well damn, why ain't you say so?
B
God to multiply all my pesos
Em
Am
And erase my number out the phones
B
I saved her number just in case
but now it's case closed
C
To you niggas biting my flows and
You'll never be me partner
B
so it don't fucking matter
You try to be and your career
will see funerals
Am
Em
that's when it sounds beautiful
B
And maybe you could blow up
Em
Shit, but you know what?
B
Am
For now, bitch, I'm about to blow up
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