Kunci: Gb major
Verse 1
D
F#m
D
G
D
F#m
Brother,
D
G
Bm
my rhyme's the rap that it snaps to black actor
D
Five seconds into the flick,
the sick rapper
Mad suckas runnin' they lips like
Mick
Jagger
F#m
D
I gotta deal with
Duracell for how they get batted
They cartoon rappers,
only right they get splatted
F#m
Only right they get madder
D
G
than cattle or a hatter
They like the president cause
what they say ain't never matter
D
I sever matter like a professor
breakin' atoms
They sleppin' when I'm creppin',
but now they up and at em'
Like a no -dose overdose,
cold -dive comatose
Washed all up like dirty
water rollin' over stones
It gets deep like
Oliver
Stone's overtones
Sittin' close to home,
give your bones a jones
D
G
slammin' suckers like bones malones
I do a show,
then hit the road like a motorhome
D
So never let it happen like
McCall sittin'
Give me champagne for my real friends
And real pain for my sham friends
The 49ers got em' crammed in
G
D
Every beat that I fuck with is slammin'
In every city,
every country that I land in
Picking for my real friends
And real pain for my sham friends
G
The 49ers got them crammed in
Every beat that I fuck with slammin'
every country that I land in
G
You holding on to words that I didn't say
D
You ain't gonna hurt nobody like
G
Kid
N.
Play
only way you move a brick a day
Wide front, you know you
need to sit and pray
Cause I do too, a lot of bullshit in the way
Of gettin' the pay, gettin' away,
catchin' a ray
With a fox like
Jamie, get the box and just play me
Need a brother with a knock,
never hesitate to say me
Stab a beat, decathlete, dismantle the sport
F#m
And I kill a cut like
Stort
Cause I was destined to flip
it like the channel before
D
You know the one with wack rappers galore
So give me, give me champagne
for my real friends
And real pain for my sham friends
Lil' 49ers got em' crammed in
G
D
Every beat that I fuck with slammin'
In every city,
every country that I land
Give me champagne for my real friends
And real pain for my sham friends
The 49ers got em crammed in
Every beat that I fuck with is slammin'
In every city, every country that I land in
New
York
City,
Boston
Atlanta
D
G
Can't forget
Miami,
Houston
This is going out to
Chi -Town
Yo, I got my hand up in the right pot
Put my feet up in the right spot
Move like a cheetah when the night drops
I be the rapper cataract is to a cyclops
You full of air just like the back
of fuckin' high tops
But my tops get me the top high
F#m
D
So why you so surprised
your girlie gots to stop byin'?
It's a shame to see the world goin' loco
Like
Tone
Loke with a doozy on a train to
Acapulco
You finally got your loot up,
you ready to shoot up
You ready to get your jewels
snatched like
Montezuma
And I'll assume the punk's
spreadin' all the rumors
Hide and go inside when I'm
spreadin' all the tumors
And tremors and dilemmas when the
quake fucks the rumor
You hear the glasses droppin',
you awake and pick the boomer
G
D
Damn, just to think last week you
was the world's best rapper
Give me champagne for my real friends,
and real pain for my sham friends
The 49ers got em crammed in,
every beat that I fuck with slammin'
In every city, every country that I land in
Give for my real friends,
F#m
and real pain for my sham friends
Bm
G
The 49ers got em crammed in,
every beat that I fuck with slammin'
D
In every city, every country that I land
F#m
D
in
G
D
F#m
D
F#m
You
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