Tom: Bb major•
Verse 1
Ebm
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin'
for so long (yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for so long
Verse 2
Dm
Ebm
Chillin' in the cut with my son
and his baby mama
I was gonna hit the road
but I'm staying longer
Doing whatever the fuck I wanna
do when I wanna do it
People thinking they know
it but they never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight,
the hot takes and long nights
Yellin' at nobody and winning all of the wrong fights,
it's alright
I'm off like a flight, took a left,
Dm
did it right, what a sight
Ebm
Knowing everything gon' be alright,
that K. Dot 2015
It seem the art that I make over
they heads like the Sistine
It really feel like ain't nobody
ever listening
Dm
Ebm
That's why I do it for me and the
homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Dm
Kinda funny how my last
Ebm
studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when
I'm all alone in my room
College Park coming soon
Eb
In the dark going off to
Ebm
the tune and the 808 boom
I stay with the trees like a baboon
Flow kinda fast but it's chill like
a pocket full of valium
Head up in the clouds but
I'm coming down soon, yeah
Verse 3
Ebm
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for
so long (yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting
Verse 4
for so long
Ebm
Dm
Lowkey tryna get trophies
Surely, you'll see my face smilin'
on the front of a billboard soon
Dm
Truth is that I got a blueprint and I'm finna use it,
Ebm
nigga, let's get it
I'm tryna get a brand new coupe,
Dm
Ebm
Dm
she gon' wonder where the roof at when she get in it
Dm
While I'm on the e- way,
I wish life was easy
then get the fuck up out the way
Dm
Ebm
I only hang with my teammates
Pass the ball to me, mane
(My niggas, they real, they trill, yeah,
all them stick to the code)
Dm
(If you start fakin' over here), I look
Ebm
you dead in the soul and tell you
Verse 5
Ebm
a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waitin' for
so long (yeah)
I can give a fuck the shit you on
But I'm really tryna put you on
Finally out this bitch,
I'm finally gone
Lowkey I've been waiting for
Eb
Dm
Verse 6
Cm
Eb
Dm
She was in and out my suite
all Fashion Week
Eb
Studio up in here, sweet,
I was crashin' beats
Cm
'Cause the paper don't sleep and my
loved ones have knees
And my son need everything
Eb
I never had times three
Dm
You's a cold motherfucker,
Eb
my homies always remind me
They lift me up like that bomb weed
Dm
In this pound never found seeds
Eb
Dm
probably spoke of retirement
Dawg, all we get out of it was a "Best of"
Cm
realized he could still make time for the fam
Busy playin',
but still make time for blazin' shit
Eb
Dm
Inspirational as s motherfucker,
ask my brother
Eb
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Dm
Rolls- Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin' to sit
Cm
her buns on the butter
Eb
Dm
Like her but I don't love her
Push her to do better but
Cm
Versace bedsheets, watchin' Deep
Cover
Eb
Cm
Gucci rollaway bag, Louis V duffel
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