Tom: Db major
Verse 1
G
Cm
Yo, the head of the pack,
the young veteran,
F
Smack the shit out your head in your naps
Cm
Go ahead with the tap,
you want an autograph
You lovin' my tracks,
F
tell your wife for the hair in my lap
Cm
Now she dead and you black,
credible, edible, terrible rap
C
G
I get feds, man, what's
better than that?
Gettin' shed in stacks,
I need bop, use the tax, I get back
Cm
Get reamed up like I'm Malice or Ab
Behind enemy lines,
I can see the bitch in they eyes
I'm RapsRap,
finish your lines
Cm
F
I'm RapStyle, bars, beat, rollicas, fuck
And I'll bully the baseline
without barking and such
Cm
So you can keep all your yells
and your screaming
C
G
Along with all the so -called shells
you've been squeezing
Cause none of us believe it,
so you gon' have to tell
Tell again, or hit me on the hip
and I'll sell you a better pen
Cm
Woo, uh, look, it's two letters,
one question
C
For the top I was destined,
F
so I'ma make sure that I get there
Cm
Before I rest in, ain't no other option
F
I train like a boxer, but jealousy?
It could bring you down a couple notches
Cm
C
All I do is stay calm,
no need to get upset
they bout to give it a drug test
Never cheat, but if you sleep,
Cm
I got pillows and sheets
It's 666, the mark of the beast
C
Let me shine when I rhyme in the limelight
F
Nigga, I'm on my grind and
I'm grindin' it just right
Cm
Hate is great and it's
For you phonies in front
and finger -fuckin' the damn mic
Cm
Play it please, for playin' Z,
G
So let it be, forever G, my recipe
I'm in the streets,
what y 'all do to industry
Is seein' me,
Cm
and you could call it an entity
Yo, the bar spittable,
custom -made, general
y spittin' the minimal
Cm
Criminal, subliminal, feminine individuals
F
I see the bitch in you, dawg,
Straight dissin' you, roll gold,
C
G
I'm twistin' you up
And y 'all niggas look funny as fuck
If two shits bout the rims on your truck
Cm
All these bitches, you fucked,
you still suck
Back to my BS and y
more shots than I'ma do
F
so it's hard to follow through
So play smart or be a part of the ass fault
Cm
I make moves while y 'all do,
cause my crew is prime news
And it's true, what you did, you ain't do
Cm
I did it all for real dawg, me too
The marvel of the story
is the shit y 'all recording is
Cm
I, yeah, all of it, I'm serious, pa
C
F
Those couldn't have been serious bars
These motherfuckers serious bars?
C
G
I'm lookin' like Shaq at his prime,
champagne,
and you motherfuckers can't be
You gon' need more than that
lean to fuck with him
Cm
Opinion reverse and buy jeans
with your publisher
Uh -huh, you talkin' is cheap,
C
F
I splurge when I get on the beat
Big bank, Hank, curb your speech,
Want words and peace, residents,
F
nerves get weak, retreat, residents
Cm
Urgently distinguished gentleman,
C
tip my hat, I got manners
G
I'll kindly excuse whatever
your plans was
And you win, cause stupid is, as does
And the booth is bass,
Cm
F
Cm
you can't tag us
C
F
Cm
C
G
Cm
You
C
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