Kunci: G minor•
Verse 1
Eb
Gm
F
Eb
(CashMoneyAP)
(Niggas gon' hate,
I don't care about 'em)
(Niggas gon' hate,
I don't care about 'em)
F
Gm
Not at all
Verse 2
stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
Gm
All of this love and I ain't even made it
F
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Eb
Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
Gm
Even my brother got caught,
and he ate it
feel like the greatest
Verse 3
I'm driftin' all stupid
Niggas be broke like the fuck
is you doing?
Gm
Started off strong but there's
room for improvement
F
I ain't for nothing, Milwaukee,
I'm booming
Eb
Love ain't for me, now it's
static with Cupid
Bitches in love with the way
that I sing
Gm
They ain't want Tjay before
this whole movement
F
Now they dick ride 'cause I'm
doin' my thing
Eb
Still posted up on the block with the gang
Spin through your hood,
I ain't tuckin' my chain
whole lot of range
ain't none' gon' change
Eb
Now that I'm speaking out honestly
I be flexing, but I'm still in poverty
Gm
Move my mom out the hood,
do it properly
F
Give a fuck if you look at me
awkwardly
Eb
No Monopoly, I'm about property
I don't owe niggas shit but respect
Gm
Yeah, one day I was go
ing through stress
Eb
F
Matter fact, I'm just wasting my breath
Eb
And now I'ma just talk about
all of these bands
How I'm so grateful I'm not in the can
Gm
How I'm so grateful for all of my fans
F
How I'm so grateful I am who I am,
Balmain the sweater, huh
Truey on the pants, he did it again
Gm
Looking forward to a show in Japan
F
I think Dexter better lay off the Xans
chain 'cause I can
Applyin' pressure,
now they shakin' my hands
Gm
Niggas ain't gettin' no paper
F
I know that's the reason they
hate, that's my gun on my waist
Eb
Test Gwuapo, get shot in your face
And there ain't no room for debate
Gm
I know these niggas gon' hate
But my life is still goin' great
F
Pop out, Givenchy and Bape
it's easy to hop over fences
The D's tryna build up a case
it's either a Glock or a Wesson
F
That bitch shoot you right in your face
Verse 4
Eb
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
Gm
All of this love and I ain't even made it
F
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Eb
Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
Gm
Even my brother got caught,
and he ate it
feel like the greatest
Verse 5
Eb
Feel like the greatest,
I think I'm the G.O.A.T
Please don't get naked,
I just want the throat
Gm
Out of my Birkin, I feel like it's workin'
F
Yeah, bitches be burgers,
ain't even a joke
Eb
Feel like a star when I hop
in the Wraith
It don't matter the place,
I ain't tuckin' my chain
ain't fuckin' with lames
F
I don't care what you tell me,
ain't nothin' gon' change
now I'm up like a plane
I was just hungry, ain't nothin' was funny
Gm
I do what y'all do, I'ma stay in my lane
F
Hop in the booth and I'm spittin' that pain
couldn't be tamed
Thinkin' shit funny like Tjay a stain
Gm
And I'ma get money regardless
F
Kill a nigga be easy, I'm heartless
Eb
I'm so young with a whole
lot of charges
In the booth I be workin' my hardest
Boy tried to diss me, I
Gm
swear that shit garbage
It won't be long 'til I
Eb
Cop me a ladder, I took off the market
Red and green beam,
I ain't missing my target
Gm
Run if you stupid, run if you stupid
hesi' to shoot shit
Told my niggas we gon'
In the streets, I'm a fighter, Hadoken
Gm
Started winnin', I got tired of losin'
Know about it,
F
don't why know they accusin'
Eb
Three lines got me deady, I'm snoozin'
Back up 'cause I'm seein' illusions
Gm
Bro told me grind, bro told me grind
F
All this fake love, I don't pay it no mind
Eb
Got a story and it's one
of a kind
Independent,
but I could've got signed
Gm
Cooking fire, baking soda combined
F
Do the math, I turned 8 in '09
Eb
17 and your boy in his prime
Free bro, he got off with a dime
Gm
Free verse? Is you out of your mind?
F
Only gang, do whatever for mine
Eb
Running, running, tryna get me a bag
Running, running, tryna get to it fast
Gm
Niggas talkin' like they bitches, they chat
F
Spin the block and we spinning it back
Eb
I was in the field cookin' the crack
One in the head, I ain't cocking it back
F
Gm
G side stackin' static, they smacked
F
SB, put my hood on the map, gang gang
Verse 6
Eb
No one can stop me, I feel like the greatest
Bro said be humble, I patiently waited
Gm
All of this love and I ain't even made it
F
I got a plan for them niggas that hated
Eb
Run up some bands for my bros,
I'ma make it
They want me gone,
I can't walk around naked
Gm
Even my brother got caught,
and he ate it
Eb
feel like the greatest
Verse 7
Eb
No one can stop me I feel like
Got to be humble,
F
Eb
I patiently waited
No one can stop me, I feel
like the greatest
Outro 1
Yeah
Gm
F
Eb
Gm
F
Eb
Gm
F
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