Kunci: A minor
Intro 1
Am
Verse 1
E
Am
E
"Chill queen. Let 'em wait for the reveal scene"
Am
Now I'm about to put mitts in
Multiple pots it's a lyrical
pox in your grill
Meaning I'm ill, I will not yield
E
Am
I am from South Side of DC
That means I only know
F#m
I'm on a marquee getting
properly billed
Am
'Cause stop ain't a part of my stock
I'ma build (no ma'am)
E
I'ma keep this campaign up
Am
until Roc for Prez ingrains
F#m
As the popular trail slogan
Am
that's word god damn see
I'm what you can levitate
My shit as dope as medicade
One lil' poke got em vocally
Abstaining from rap
they grammatically celebate
I'll hydroxycut these lightweight
MCs to a syllable size
F#m
I'm approximately one fourth human
Am
the rest is unlikely defined
I'ma take up every white space with
E
Some black characters, reverse and de fy
Am
G
F#m
And body any ideology and as for me
Am
I keep the hearses outside
Beware
Real rap run through my veins
I'm Ether in female. Form
Gm
D
Y'all might get ghetto or get your
Am
Shit sonically leaked to the retail... torn
See y'all won't win tryna box me in
I'm outta here like G Foreman
F#m
And even my mom was like rumbles in
Am
Em
Concrete jungles yo this is your warning
Verse 2
D
crew is a very big deal
Bb
Everything we crave is twenty four
C
K like the gold inside my grill
Am
I can't re veal my sources
D
Might be a real rap sorceress
Not what you're used to, huh,
C
we comin' for your whole damn meal
D
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang
Bb
C
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang
Am
Em
D
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang
Dm
Bb
C
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang
Verse 3
Am
You ready?
Mama said I could be anything.
That was the dope part
But I grew up planning my dreams
downstream from the dope spot
E
Am
And I'm a descendant of kings and
E
lowkey fiends of the coka
Am
From streets where the police beat
F#m
But the holy skin is the
colour of mocha
I've been through too much,
E
and I'm too born to play around with y'all
Am
Now I'ma wild out every chance I get
F#m
my rhyme delivery's so animal
Am
Every rap I seed seems
I'm much too
Pleased for the next breed
of these amateurs
E
Am
Fuck freshman classes,
Gm
My texts are classics,
F#m
Am
she bruise the ledger like amethysts, woah!
They scared of this black girl magic
My heritage packed well, baggage
F#m
I learned this fly shit from my DNA
Bb
Am
to a TSA rock snap it
E
Am
Beauty irrelevant this is not pageants,
I'm a rap dragon
G
Every time I open my trap it's fire,
F#m
You're outlook endin' up tragic, trust me
Am
Bb
Am
I do this for MLK Ave,
For homies with criminal pasts,
This middle passage [?] adrenaline
intergalactic amen
Bars laden with alien cadence,
preying on enemy flags, just mayhem
G
My shit has been down since day one,
F#m
Am
ready to take on the planet
Verse 4
Am
D
My crew is a very big deal
Bb
Everything we crave is twenty
C
four K like the gold inside my grill
Am
I can't reveal my sources
D
Might be a real rap sorceress
Not what you're used to, huh,
C
we comin' for your whole damn meal
D
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang
Bb
C
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang
Em
D
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang
Bb
C
Goddess. Gang. Gang. Gang.
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