Kunci: E minor
Verse 1
Gb
Bbm
Uh, 1 -2, bring my levels up,
they gotta hear me, yeah,
Gb
live from Harlem world, Zeus, uh,
Niggas try to stick with me,
but they been getting crossed
Bbm
You better check my history
like you was insecure
but claim that you be getting off
Bbm
How could you fuck with me,
Gb
your tape be getting menopaused
I should G -Mac,
but I'm plotting where you be at
Bbm
I'll park you anywhere,
like I'm riding in a Fiat A
Fiat, nigga, relax,
Gb
you bout to make me relapse
Bbm
Karrueche with the body pic,
Bbm
Gb
All my tracks is a classic,
I don't clash with these rappers
Bbm
All that trash you performin',
y 'all don't match up with Cassius
Gb
I have you staggering backwards,
then it's ashes to ashes
Bbm
Hope you got the ways
that if I ever catch you in traffic
Gb
Nigga, fact is I'm fresher,
and you's a passive aggressor
Bbm
Pickin' who you on friction with,
more like static selector
Me, I spaz on whoever,
Gb
what's a pimp to Neutrogena?
Bbm
I'm dead cold with it,
Ab
Kanika Jenkins in the freezer
y can't lyrically fade me
can't you see how I'm killin' them, baby?
Gb
This is bigger than KG,
who can get with me lately?
Bbm
I try to picture that shit,
and then the picture get grainy
Gb
Maybe you niggas just lazy,
or your lyrics fugazi
Bbm
If you claim that I'm bitin',
you must be livin' with rabies
Gb
How you think that you made me?
Bbm
Gb
Man, you frauds need to get in tune
and Duke the God in the living room
Mean, I was 18,
Marvin with the A -team Lines,
Db
Bbm
you can never fade, I ain't usin' Beijing
Gb
Bbm
Ain't nobody feelin' you,
y 'all ain't with the game fiend
Gb
Db
I had most of the city blue
Bbm
when I was in them state greens
I'm God chosen, bars golden,
y 'all foldin'
Db
Bbm
I studied under Lamont Coleman,
Gb
Bbm
heart frozen
Big L is where the heaven
got its flowin' from
Db
Bbm
They say that I be losin' it,
Gb
Yeezy ain't the only one,
beyond raw, want war,
Bbm
get an encore DNA all over the place,
Kendrick Lamar tour
Gb
Yeah, this is hardcore,
who said they playin' hardball
Bbm
I cook up so much hard,
I'm bout to send some
shit to Rob Ford
I'm killin' them with ease
Bbm
Your girl don't want for nothin'
cause I give her what she need
that bitch don't get to breathe
She be on her knees
Gb
Bbm
they bout to kick her out the league
how I dip through these instrumentals
Bbm
But tell me how you got the title
when you in a rental
Gb
I see them skits you into,
keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel
Bbm
I put the stiff on your mental,
welcome to 50 Central
Gb
It's a fact, I lose friends when I rap
Bbm
Fuck a la bel, I'm independent,
I want everything back
Not to mention I'm crackin'
Gb
Bbm
so much of a rap god
You niggas is whack,
Gb
I should mumble my last bar Zeus
Bbm
Gb
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
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