Tom: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
Am
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Y'all know, what happens on Earth
Em
Am
Em
stays on Earth
Verse 2
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Bb
I don't give a, I don't give a,
Em
I'm willin' to die for this shit I done
Verse 3
Am
cried for this shit, might
take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye
for an eye for this shit
Am
Em
won't catch a vi be for this shit, ayy
Am
I been stomped out in front
made it to commas
Em
Am
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
Em
So ain't nobody prayin' for me,
I'm on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later,
know the feds watchin'
Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious"
I be hangin' out at Tam's,
I be on Stockton
I don't do it for the 'Gram,
I do it for Compton
I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga
I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit,
nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke,
family sellin' dope
That's why you maney-ass
Am
rap rap niggas better know
Verse 4
Em
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga,
Cm
nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
C
Am
D
If I gotta go hard on a bitch,
Em
Am
I'ma make it look sexy
Em
I pull up, hop out, air out,
C
Em
They won't take me out my element
D
Nah, take me out my element
Verse 5
F
Em
I'm allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
F
Em
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure,
ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all,
ayy
Bunch of criminals and money
in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate,
jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go,
yeah, I go, yeah
They never been ready, yeah, I know,
yeah, know, yeah
100K spread 'cross the floor,
'cross the floor, yeah
None of y'all fuckin' with the flow,
yeah, the flow, yeah
Years in the makin',
and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide,
we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie,
just look at they laces
You know careers take off,
just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five,
Em
Am
Fake my death, go to Cuba,
that's the only option
Verse 6
Em
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga,
Cm
nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
G
D
If I gotta go hard on a bitch,
Em
Am
I'ma make it look sexy
Em
I pull up, hop out, air out,
C
Em
They won't take me out my element
D
Em
Nah, take me out my element
Verse 7
Damned if I do, if I don't (yuh)
Goddamn us all if you won't (yuh)
Damn, damn, damn,
it's a goddamn shame
You ain't frontline,
get out the goddamn way
Niggas thought they wasn't gonna see me, huh?
Verse 8
Em
Niggas
thought that K-Dot real real life
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
Niggas wanna flex on me and be
in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time they hit the 10 freeway,
we need a receipt, huh?
'Cause most of y'all ain't real
Most of y'all gon' squeal
Most of y'all just envy, but
jealousy get you killed
Most of y'all throw rocks
and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise
that you'll see Candyman
Because it's all in your eyes,
most of y'all tell lies
Most of y'all don't fade,
most of y'all been advised
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
But it's a difference 'tween black
Fm
artists and wack artists
Verse 9
Fm
Em
Cm
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, nigga,
Bb
Cm
I'ma make it look sexy
Em
G#m
(It's the one and only,
Bb
the world's greatest, the Kid Capri)
If I gotta go hard on a bitch,
Fm
I'ma make it look sexy
Cm
I pull up, hop out, air out,
Bb
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element
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