Kunci: E major
Verse 1
Eb
I ain't just an artist,
Gbm
Eb
I put foes under
Gbm
When I hit the target, I unload thunder
Eb
Gbm
That a turnin' on gunner
or a stone -cold fronter
He outta here, shots and tears,
Eb
Skatin' off like he gresky
Gbm
in some hockey gear
Gbm
pumpin' your tongue
I bump in the sun,
Eb
he'll jump out his ones
Listen, fuck where you from
Ebm
or what you be come
Gbm
Eb
A chump or a bum,
either way I'm jumpin' in funds
Gbm
Eb
It ain't a damn thing,
Gbm
you gettin' hand chained
Eb
I could raise more money
Gbm
cause it ain't a damn game
Eb
I'm buying champagne, nigga,
Eb
Hats rappin' bout squeezin' clips,
Gbm
Eb
squeezin' gats
And when it lead to that
Gbm
Eb
His feet are leadin' traps,
Gbm
keep me out your measly raps
Eb
I stomp you out with knikes,
Gbm
that's what I call a sneak attack
Eb
Get your sneakers taxed,
Ebm
Gbm
couple of your people slapped
Eb
Where you wanna meet me at?
Ebm
Gbm
I ain't with the meet and chat
Eb
You gon' need your straps,
same for your buddy
Gbm
Eb
Since you came with your buddy,
Gbm
you gon' label them cussy
Eb
I put loonies on your roof,
ain't got goonies
Gbm
Eb
that'll shoot you for Canadian money
Eb
Gbm
I ain't just an artist, I put foes under
Eb
When I hit the target,
Eb
That'll turn a known gunner
Gbm
or a stone -cold fronter
He outta here, shots and tears,
Eb
Skatin' off like he gresky in
the punk on your tongue
Gbm
Now bumpin' his son,
Eb
he'll jump out his wounds
Eb
Listen, I stay round there
Gbm
with Trey Pym's man
Eb
Gbm
A clown there, he gon' see A -Round flair
Eb
He gon' stay there, I'm the nigga,
Gbm
you gon' lay down stairs
Eb
When you play like a do -rag
Abm
Gbm
The NervaLion, word to Sire
Eb
I'll lay you in some dirt
Gbm
Eb
like some fertilizer
I'm a work supplier,
Gbm
dealin' with some strong crack
Eb
Once you see the combat
Eb
That's how they on track
Gbm
Runnin' to his mom's shack
Eb
Pullin' signs of condacts,
Gbm
put it on his bald cap
Eb
Gbm
But it fall back, playin' with me homes
Eb
On his block, I look like
Gbm
I got NATO on the phone
Eb
Lay it on your dome for playin' sick
Gbm
Eb
Jay Slick, if you don't
believe in the God
Gbm
Gbm
Then you's a atheist
Eb
Got these haters sick,
Gbm
what they even rappin' for?
Eb
I laugh at them and pass them off
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