Tom: B minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
F
I keep tellin' me to chill
Am
F
May be I will,
Am
F
there's no time soon
Am
F
Am
Slayed off, they keep tellin' me to chill
Maybe I will, there's no time soon
It's eleven fifty -nine,
I've been on it since noon
F
Throw this n***a in the room,
high but I'm solo
Am
Dressed like I hopped out
Am
Picture me rollin' the board up,
tough love, hard luck
We just like cell phones,
Fuck, pullin' strings like a guitar pluck
Am
Rick Fontaine in a bitch brain
Frank Riccardo, Mick Vegas,
on that Rick James
It's cocaine, Young Jeezy
without the dope game
F
My lines move you like Soul Train
Am
G
Like a bad counterfeit bill, won't change
Am
The same goons that got guns,
also quote names
That's half the reason why I don't bang
F
Park my shit at 106, like,
get your whole mind
Am
Boy, she showed her titties,
F
I showed her both my chains
Am
F
I was at the dentist getting a fill -in,
Am
and then my phone rang
F
And when you know, it was novocaine
I'm in my own lane, I won't explain
But five points, that mean all I get done
All I get done
F
Hold up, I think maybe I was
supposed to have,
Am
F
like, four more bars, I'll just repeat it
Am
Five points, that mean all I've had time
Had time, had time, time
Am
They keep tellin' me to chill
Maybe I will
Just no time soon
C
F
Just no time soon
Am
They keep tellin' me to chill
Maybe I will
Just no time soon
It's May 31st
F
and I've been on it since June
I'm blow, but I never blew it
Em
F
Flow so fluid, so cold, I'm igloo -ish
You kids foolish, and be rappin' stupid
I caught the arrow and
No, lil', so you a rapper
and you have a movement
Em
Well, we gettin' one over here,
Am
you'll have to prove it
Grind hard,
mother love to see her shine
and start focus
Yeah, they still hatin',
F
but I'm so hot that I ain't notice
Am
I ain't lyin', I ain't on shit
F
Am
You a liar, bitch, I'm on my shit
Don Trip told me tell
you niggas don't trip
I'm puttin' on for Kitsville
like I'm home, sissy
F
Try to total, check me out,
Am
F
Am
yeah, you can learn some, I'm gone
Tryna earn some, I'm gone,
work tomorrow
I'm gone, gone, I'm bleed up,
bleed up
She's big, yeah, she's big,
F
Am
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They keep tellin' me to chill
Maybe I will
This is no time song, no time song,
no time song, no time song
They keep tellin' me to chill
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
They keep tellin' me to chill
Am
Maybe I will just no time soon
F
Bitch, I'm not in that other half
Am
And that is since the womb
F
Flied in the first motherfucker
to reach the moon
And I was born a G,
Am
F
but I ain't never been a goon
Am
To these volunteer critics,
I'm immune
Till the wheels fall off,
shit, I'm ridin' on fumes
Long live the king,
Tryna figure out a way
to pack my fortune in my tomb
F
gotta keep the yard groomed
Managed not to fall off track, I'm in tune
Em
And coca leaf and cannabis,
Yeah, we eatin' no fork nor spoon
F
Little Mr. Tripp with the shit like prunes
If you don't think I'm the shit,
then stay tuned
Em
But my price is goin' up like an
Am
Yeah, they keep tellin' me to chill
Maybe I will
F
Just no time song, no time song,
Am
no time song, no time song
Keep tellin' me to chill,
Outro 1
chill
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
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