Tom: B minor
Verse 1
C#m
Fm
Yeah, yeah, mic check,
C#m
one -two, one -two, one -two, yeah.
Turn me up a little bit, Bryn.
E
Fm
Yeah, mic check, one -two, one -two.
F#m
C#m
E
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fm
I like to say I specialize in rhyming,
you recognized in time.
I train till I'm in pain,
I exercise my mind.
C#m
I effortlessly write,
E
C#m
my weapons would be the night,
G#
E
so please be ware of them
Fm
Walk up in the fight club
in 8 ounce white gloves and
leave with red ones
Mood swing on the beat
soon as Preem prepares one
E
Pick and choose my punches,
C#m
walk away with minimal lumps
E
Pivotin' around the vocal
Back you off me like a boxer,
nigga I overuse the drum
They call me Travis Barker
with the chopper
E
C#m
Knock away your tooth, do the rockaway
Fm
Rest in peace to proof,
he probably rollin' over in his grave
If niggas poisonin' this name,
then misfortunes are the fortune
and the fame
Fm
E
The new Rocky and Mick,
Fm
the dollar signs go ding Preen cut
This where your heart at, bitch
E
Somethin' you don't wanna battle with
C#m
E
Fm
You don't know this, damn I'm great
I don't like no fake niggas
This where your heart at, bitch
E
Somethin' you don't wanna
Fm
They say this is a wise old profession
So my flow is my whole confession
I rhyme like applying cold compression
E
You go away like swelling with pellets
Cm
C#m
E
From the thorn where it's yelling at you
Fm
Near the doorway to hell or heaven
Set me up, I know you thought about it
That means I gotta wet you up
and I ain't talking with no water bottle
C#m
Sit outside your house creeping
Cm
C#m
Come out and spit out
E
your mouthpiece
Fm
And I skid out to South Beach
Fuck your talent, I'm never going down
I'm a stand up guy,
yes I'm up for the challenge
C#m
from tying my shoestrings to
Fm
E
gether when I was young
Fm
Your life is spun, the fight is done
You've been iced out by the nicest one
E
And I ain't talking bout Jacob and
G#
E
I'm talking bout letting the fakers
Fm
hear the sound of the Ruger
What you know about that,
I know all about that
Me and Tip feel the same, seeing
Tips fill the brain
E
It's like watching a movie,
C#m
but I don't make those
Cm
E
I just make the credits roll,
Fm
after I'm Oliver Stone, I'm the pedestal
A
Fm
You stand on me, I'ma flip you, pit bull
Put your hands on me, I'ma sick you
C#m
It's true, you not so hard,
E
C#m
I'm sensing you puss
E
As soon as you drop your guard,
A
Fm
Pring, cut Cut
F#m
This, this where your heart at, bitch
C#m
E
Something you don't wanna battle with
C#m
E
As if you don't notice
Damn, I'm great
Fm
I don't like no fake niggas
This, this, this where your heart at,
F#m
bitch
C#m
E
Damn, I'm great
Outro 1
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E
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