Tom: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Yeah,
Em
gorilla motherfuckin' nymphs, nigga
Am
Who the fuck is you, nigga?
Dm
Em
Cody Allen in this motherfucker,
Dm
Am
fuck your life, uh
Dm
Team homie, nigga, yeah
Am
Dm
barcotechs, uh
Em
Am
Rrrrrrat, uh
If you're shit ill,
Dm
I must've got a hair infection
cause your bars come with
Dm
I'm out in Europe getting vocal money
Em
And you're only famous
Dm
Uh, ego is a motherfucker,
like a motherfucker
Dm
Gang genius, flame idiots
Bb#
Em
Cross bor ders, cane in the vent,
Little nigga, bitches called
Em
Then they fell in love on the block
Am
when I came in the vent
Dm
And then I came and he vet
Em
Am
Did it again, but I came in the neck
When I started rhymin',
Dm
I was labeled a threat
Em
And then my studio sessions
became an event
Am
You don't believe me, I could
Em
Dm
Am
Fuck your life, there's no lames in my set
I earned my name
Dm
Em
with ball work and ass -whippin'
You got this shit networkin'
and ass -kissin'
Am
Dm
Yes -men and an ad -lippin'
Em
Am
I'm on the block,
Em
Am
vest -blammin' and cash -gittin'
and that's written
Am
Barker Tech's next in line
and we pass -driven
Shopping records to labels,
Em
Am
Dm
You'll get stuck behind these bars
Dm
Woah, we big dogs, out of PUPs
Em
Running shit from the Brooklyn
to the BQE
Am
Dm
With bars to death, nigga,
we about to showstoppin'
Em
Putting work in while these
Am
faggot niggas globe -tryin'
I'm in the gutter,
Am
Glock -tuckin' and chrome -poppin'
Dm
In the jail where they shot niggas
I was chillin',
Am
slot -cuffin' an d phone -watchin'
Dm
At first they was hatin'
Team homie, fuck your life,
A different breed,
Dm
Em
they might not wanna touch on it
If you ain't made from this cloth,
Dm
Am
I see revenge just like a bag of gold
I'll put you in a rabbit hole
Am
Dm
I done tagged more niggas
than the app was sold
right where they tattled told
Am
Dm
That's a homie fact,
I squeeze pounds,
you don't wanna get your
Am
Dm
What you weaklings, city street kings
Em
Am
Tryna move forward,
just remember three things
Dm
Debunkin' sex and guerrilla nymphs,
boy, you know it's wild
Em
Hate it by a fuckin' New York,
Am
it's how it's supposed to sound
Careful, cause the vultures ram
Em
and gettin' global now
Am
Let it P .O .P., you better hold it down
I'm on the crown,
I'm too honest
Am
but watch them switch for a few commas
Feel like an Arabic,
Dm
got me walkin' with two llamas
Em
Am
Em
Boy, you gotta get you rag
Get your shine box,
Dm
standin' there with the non -glock
Am
Five shots, don't have to work
on Wall Street, see a livestock
And why not?
Dm
Police put cameras all up on my block
Em
Am
Ironic that the gun would bark,
but you get a pine box
Dm
My rhymes hot, keep it real,
don't do the imitators
Em
Cause they don't shoot
Dm
when they go down like incinerators
Am
Don't quit the sprayer,
Dm
put your body in the Himalayas
Bb#m
Dm
It's a threat, then my Miller check
Am
like that Pistons player
Dm
Listen, trash rap is fuckin'
up the scenery
Em
Skinny jeans in front of Erwin's
Am
Dm
People fuck if you famous,
what that mean to me?
Em
Am
Get you DDT'd at your interview
Outro 1
in TMZ Balls to death
Dm
Am
Em
Am
Dm
Em
Am
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