Kunci: E minor
Verse 1
Em
F#m
Em
Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
C#m
It's awesome, baby!
F#m
C#m
Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
F#m
C#m
yeah
F#m
C#m
Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
F#m
When sketchin' a blue ink
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
F#m
Glisten with a stack of kicks
F#m
You ain't even been to ask the place
C#m
Yes sir, I tote mag
F#m
Sucks in my smoke bag
C#m
Vexed if I don't brag,
F#m
fresh with the Colts tag
C#m
You rappers are wack,
F#m
that's a mess in your notepad
C#m
Your wordplay is small,
F#m
go step up your vocab
C#m
My old man and grown man,
F#m
you all need to hold hands
F#m
I'm turnin' into Conan
C#m
Grown man, bro ham,
F#m
you should watch the pro jam
Em
Even through a sunblock,
C#m
F#m
Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
Em
F#m
C#m
It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
F#m
please, I, listen, I'm a beast, watch
Em
Stackin' my ammunition,
E
F#m
C#m
now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
F#m
it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
Em
F#m
Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
C#m
pardon, I'm that fire
F#m
How these niggas jackin' me,
E
Em
F#m
I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
C#m
You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
F#m
You need years in for you
C#m
F#m
to even do what I do
C#m
Man, you probably was the
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
C#
C#m
C#
but kept getting high,
C#
C#m
C#
Scrat list, that ain't moving,
F#m
C#m
I had nights looking like a cat fight
F#m
High maneuver with scratch, so please
C#m
F#m
I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
F#m
Em
E
F#m
Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
C#m
I breeze past your strip quick,
F#m
C#m
breathe in that pith prick
F#m
Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
C#m
My C's are ridiculous,
C#m
You witness a fair,
your career is a gimmick
C#
C#m
Get the player dumping,
E
See a lot of lips moving,
F#m
still I don't hear nothin'
C#m
We got bigger arms,
bigger clips, get along
E
We don't have to get along,
F#m
homie, we can get it on
C#m
Get the player dumping,
who in here frontin'
E
See a lot of lips moving,
F#m
C#m
still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
C#m
homie, we can get it on
You
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