Kunci: G minor
Verse 1
Am
Somebody's
pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked,
I been here before
Seems like only yesterday
when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who,
and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Bm
Am
Uh- huh,
Verse 2
Am
Em
Fucked up, right? I know
Bm
Am
I know what y'all niggas asking yourself
Em
Bm
Is he gon' ever fall off?
Verse 3
Em
A lot of speculation On
the monies I've made,
Bm
Am
honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga
really paid?
Bm
Am
dealt with dir ect
Is it true he stayed in beef and
slept with a TEC?
you hold?
Bm
Can you really match a triple platin
Am
um artist buck by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc- A- Fella should fold,
Bm
Am
and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging
motherfuckers 11 for an O?
Em
For the millionth time askin' me
Bm
Questions like Wendy William
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Em
Bm
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in
that minute you leave
Am
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice
spinning on my sleeve
Bm
do you really have a spot?
Am
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so,
what block?
Em
What you doing in L.A.,
Bm
Am
with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Chevy's, down
Em
by Pico with Frederico
I answer all your questions but
Bm
Am
then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad
Em
Bm
Am
you wanna know?
Verse 4
uh
Gm
C
Know my style
Verse 5
rhyme no more,
'bout crime no more
C
'Til I'm no more, 'cause I'm so raw
Gm
My flow expose holes that
they find in yours
Wasn't for me,
C
niggas still be dying for whores
Gm
But I hate when a nigga sit back,
admiring yours
Young blood you better get that,
Gm
Niggas don't want to be confined
to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers yo,
Gm
I used to be O.T., applying the force
Shoot up the whole block,
Gm
Come back with the clique
playing Diana Ross
Cm
I'm the boss and this is how
Gm
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed 'til they
Cm
C
put flowers on me
Gm
And kiss my cold cheek,
chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He was
Cm
Gm
holdin' no leaks'
Started from the crack game
and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game,
Gm
On MTV, telling em how I sold D
And used to back work up out
Gm
Me and my homie, started out co- d's
Picked the mailbox lock
C
'cause I ain't have no key
Gm
Had the cable with the anchor when
Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key,
Cm
C
but now I'm back it's on
Verse 6
Gm
Cm
Gm
Jigga, uh- huh, yeah
Cm
Roc- A- Fella y'all, uh
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