Tom: G# minor•
Intro 1
G#m
Am
G#m
Am
G#m
Verse 1
G#m
I'ma let y 'all niggas pop the coochie,
cause you pussy
B
Plus there's 4 -5 bucks in the back
G#m
that adds up like ju vie
Sophisticated bourgeois
G#m
And if you don't like it, you can get it,
stick it when the sun don't glisten
Niggas is critics
and some don't listen,
I told y 'all
Am
Persevering through all of this bullshit
and life is
G#m
A black six an d a hood rag
catchin' the contact plus the Hennessy
Get my brains blown out
like John Kennedy
Remember me?
B
Split a nigga ear to cheek within a beat
got some shit fixin' to hit the street
B
Y 'all niggas ain't even an issue
G#m
So real, a nigga bleed through the pencil
Am
I like that y understand
G#m
Y 'all gay motherfuckers is mean
I'm seen buyin' beats off this nigga,
that's like the end of my career
Am
G#m
I tell a nigga like, fuzz, man, fuck that
I'm tryna have these bitches like,
you see me?
I touch lax
Give niggas pounds like, see me?
I touch lax
Slush tracks bangin' out the back
of your range
Am
Respect my gun and I speak
G#m
B
with a double -barreled sling
G#m
In unison with this music
in the back of my brain
Am
Rockin' straw hats, I'm Trotters
G#m
Commie eatin' on McDonald's,
G#m
It's time to get you up a bottle
Am
Shit that's hard to swallow,
G#m
you ain't even an issue
I'm so real,
a nigga ain't got an issue
It's like that
Am
G#m
Turn it up, baby
B
G#m
It's like that
G#m
B
G#m
Am
G#m
It's like that
Am
G#m
B
G#m
B
G#m
I got a new respect
for half -assed rappers
and wack producers
that attracts the useless
But drains the pure talent juicely
Am
That's detrimental to the fruitless
G#m
I drink unofficially flavored sodas
Am
Big egos to compensate,
G#m
small frames like Yotas
B
G#m
America made to break down
like dollar store purchases
But so -called real niggas
B
turn to catholic services
G#m
You know purpose, you don't hate me
I play hooky from new schools
Am
G#m
and teach about the old
Sportin' football gear,
pushin' timber and leather
Through city blocks with
scriptures that blast
And turn motherfuckers into father figures
Y 'all niggas better recognize
G#m
Am
unless to bacco authorized
G#m
Tell a n***a like this,
B
make like Dwell in your eyes
G#m
Cause B .C. and everything
we make is fly
I got a lot of shinin' to do
And when I drop, I'ma redefine
See, y n****s got a lot of
rhymin' to do
I'm tryna get a spot with a view
A tan six in a watch band
with a diamond or two
Understand it? Scranton,
Am
I'ma bust till I can't breathe
G#m
And every chicken alive got my cover,
the vibe
That's the usher of Jay -Z's,
the Montana way
B
G#m
Crashin' cabaret, glasses ain't cradle
Lynx swingin' past my navel
Cocky enough to captivate you,
you're all consumed
in the air
G#m
Am
when I'm walkin' the room
G#m
Recognize what you questin', press on
And if it ain't dawn,
that nigga still pawns on the chessboard
Am
G#m
Don't nobody give a fuck
B
until you get them ducks an d hit em up
G#m
I spit for the buck, swear business, what
B
What, niggas, just like that JT,
G#m
Am
G#m
B
drop the beat, what
G#m
Am
G#m
B
G#m
Am
B
G#m
B
G#m
B
G#m
B
G#m
Back ground music playing.
B
G#m
G#m
A#
G#m
G#m
I was drivin, driv in,
A#
G#m
A#
drivin
A#
G#m
I was drivin, drivin,
A#
You
G#m
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