Tom: D minor•
Intro 1
Dm
A
Dm
Bb
Am
Verse 1
feelin' like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers,
get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetery
with obituaries
nigga, is you ready?
Dm
I've been thinkin' 'bout all the O's
in my bank account (what?)
Extra hoes in my bed is 'round
the same amount (what?)
Verse 2
Am
Ever since this new star fame came about Or
ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out,
huh
Dm
Young boy, let his gun bang,
let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from
a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game
with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything
is better than that 1 Train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like
I'm Boyar
Dee, probably sellin' D
in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O- Dog,
my la familia go hard
Verse 3
they outlaws with no laws
Dm
We outlawed then I bogart,
any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe- tag,
get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like,
"Doo, doo," I hate y'all
Am
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like,
"Mmm, mmm!"
Dm
Let's play ball in a ballpark with all
sharks and a blindfold
I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold,
that bark like K9's on
Verse 4
straight from the rip
Am
I'll make that shirt say R.I.P.
I'm on some shit
Dm
If I'm not the hottest then Hell
must have froze over
You thought it was safe
then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Verse 5
Am
Don't look in my face,
I might snap, I might choke ya
Dm
Spine right out of place,
give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed
ta, I might slice my wrist
Am
Or pretend like a vulture
Verse 6
and drop off this cliff
Dm
Barely even conscious,
talkin' to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows
like conches
Bb
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars,
Don't sell rocks,
Dm
seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias
and the - isms
Verse 7
The violence and the killin', so given
Dm
They seen my pigment and thought
Unfortunately,
Dm
I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot, let me skillet
Just got back to the block from
a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout
signin' to the Roc
Verse 8
Dm
Am
But my niggas on the block still
And I swear it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach,
I only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end
up either dead or in jail
Verse 9
wish you the best for real
Dm
When you mention my name
amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper,
fuck it, Painter
Skater, musician, trailer park,
dirt- ditch- diggin'
Am
Burger- flippin', eat, sleep,
shittin' human bein', you would be in
Dm
Trouble to body- double or couple
me to these others
'Cause comparatively speakin',
Verse 10
my reach is beyond the bubble
Am
my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians,
You in school at 10, late,
Radioactive's goin' gold
And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin'
Verse 11
plus alignin' us?
Am
Alabama's climbin' up,
wait! No, I don't give a
Dm
Flying duck nothin' but a buckshot,
ch- pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood- clot
Ain't never been no rapper this
cold since 2Pac was froze
Am
And thawed out for a spot date at a
Dm
Coachella show—Yelawolf
Verse 12
Dm
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots
and pans in pantries
Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson,
Moonwalkin' on the sun,
barefoot, with shades on
Dm
Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
Verse 13
Dm
Wouldn't hit that shit with my
worst enemy's penis
Bitch, when I say this, I mean this: Ho,
I'm the meanest
Am
Dick so big, it's like from
Earth to Venus
Dm
That molly got me nauseous,
aw, shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious,
Verse 14
on that "Suck my cock" shit
Dm
That is my synopsis, ostrich's posh shit
Am
Hoes on some goth shit,
stop it! You not this!
heartless and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka,
prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic,
'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Verse 15
tell me, isn't that ironic?
Dm
Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker,
so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off
the lake hit me
Am
You should have stayed with me
Dm
Now many Asian bitches lay with me
Verse 16
Dm
The face is silky like a tablecloth My shorty
gallop in the mornin' on
the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses dropped from boxes very often
Dm
drinkin' Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton
Outstandin'
Verse 17
Dm
I fixed the game between Georgia
Southern and Gramblin'
You see us scramblin',
sellin' Susan Sarandon
Am
The cloud of smoke like the phantom
Dm
Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic,
uh
Verse 18
Dm
You see me comin' through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork
inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase
Am
The gavel slam, I'm a free man,
Verse 19
Big K.R.I.T., shawty
Spit like my last breath: casket rap,
six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back,
out come the 'lac with flats
After that, bottles I can't pronounce,
Am
like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all
you had was scratch?
when all they had was wack
Verse 20
Dm
All I wanted was love and all
they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes,
a championship win is
The aftermath, ask LeBron,
open palm, slap a bitch
Am
Walk the plank or break a bank,
I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Dm
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors
that they anchor with
Verse 21
Dm
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxin' if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch,
I was born here
Am
Been a killer, '86er nigga,
that's my born year
Dm
Get the fuck from 'round here,
that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty,
bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes,
candy paint like Everglades
Am
Miss me with that rapper chatter,
Verse 22
take that shit up with my bass
Dm
I put that on my soul,
how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hopin' the world end so
they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so
why can't you?
Am
In order to come up close,
you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Dm
(That wasn't no sample,
nigga!)
Verse 23
Dm
Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past Fuck
your Louis flag, poppin' benji tags on your
wifey's ass (On your wifey's ass)
That's out of line,
but in livin' color?
Am
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap
Dm
motherfuckers: a true artist
Am
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