Kunci: C# minor
Verse 1
Bm
Em
It's
Bm
not
man, it's where you're at
I'm at the point of no return,
A
there ain't no turning back
Bm
D
Take control and hit the gas,
west coast, in fact
G
Flat terrain through mountain ranges,
Bm
D
You've seen it all, strange faces,
many keep coming back
G
Half the reason why we keep it raining,
D
Bm
banging on tracks
Besides the fact I learned
I never forsake
Bm
This music's therapeutic,
D
kept the bullet right in its place
Bm
D
Run your words, spit it raw,
sling a box full of merch
Em
Bring em troops, they get awed,
Bm
watch the kids put a rope
D
Let em know and let it go,
Bm
give em all that you got
Em
Load a clip and let it rip,
D
Bm
yeah, give it a shot
Season the pot,
D
Bm
D
keep the product sizzlin' hot
Em
Bag it up and distribute
D
that shit yourself on the block
Bm
D
Can't knock the hustle man,
Bm
D
it's only on top
Em
The game is hustle fam,
I cop the fee, but second is drop
D
Bm
Em
When the sun comes up,
till the sun goes down
I'm on the ground runnin',
D
I'ma keep goin', no pumpin' the price
Em
Bm
G
You're fakes and making moves,
Em
A
you're running the place
Bm
D
While we bought a job
Bm
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Em
D
until we put in the dirt
Bm
D
Look, punch in the clock,
you know I'm up in the spot
No time to fuck around and kick it,
Bm
throwing back shots, it's a rot
D
Cause all I got is one shot,
you know I strive for the top
G
I'm on the bottom coming up,
you're thinking I'm gonna stop
A
Bm
Just stop,
D
I'm putting overtime on the grind
I guarantee I'm gonna
shine
Bm
D
Far as the fine puttin' at work,
who's fuckin' with this?
God's my witness, yeah,
A
I be handin' rappers pink slips
Bm
D
Em
If they did shit, say my name
Em
You most likely applied to the game
Bm
D
Em
Neglected, but don't get it twisted,
Em
I spent years buildin' up
D
that pressure in my bubble
Bm
D
Just tryin' to pop up on the ground
for too long
Em
Feelin' it ain't gonna happen
D
like I write from too long
Bm
D
But every time I'm feelin'
Em
D
like it's time to move on
Em
I say, fuck it, pick up my pen
Bm
and I write a new song
Em
And when the sun comes up
till the sun goes down
I'm on the ground running,
D
I'ma keep going, no going for the brakes
Bm
You fakes ain't making moves,
Em
A
you're running the place
Bm
D
While we on a job all around the clock
Bm
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Em
D
Bm
until we put in the dirt
D
The gang's in a lot of trouble
D
space men comes on the double
Bm
D
A lot of personal circles,
everyone's in a huddle
To the point, always come back
just like rebuttals
Bm
D
Tryna be me like wanna be me's
While the game asking
why like I'm a BC
Bm
D
I'm in this game, kinda 3 -3
Bm
D
Em
Sweating my lines but still can't follow
I'm really transferring that envy
D
Bm
around from the cosmos
D
Em
They game don't really rig most cats
D
Bm
It's saying ain't that F -H -I -T
D
Bm
Now let me name names
Em
for who I think stinks
G and J hurt my nose
Bm
like throw up from pink drinks
D
Bm
Bigger than the Northwest,
Em
Cause I rap for the world
Bm
Em
When the sun comes up
Em
I'm on the ground running,
D
I'ma keep going, bumping the brakes
Bm
You fakes ain't making moves,
Bm
D
Bm
While we bought a job all around the clock
Bm
something's bound to pop
So yeah, we'll stay putting in work
And we ain't gonna stop
Em
D
Bm
D
A
Bm
D
until we put in the dirt
You
Bm
D
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