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