Tom: F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
F#
Yeah,
I'm a, I'm a cold -blooded
F#m
Now count it, five -ten,
Twenty -five -thirty, yeah,
get the money
F#m
Throw it in the furnace,
F#
yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drip
I used to rock a tobacco
F#m
F#
Headphones around my neck,
tryna be like
Shady
Now the phone that's in my pocket
seem to keep vibratin'
Ronnie
F#
Ben nett's tryna be my baby
Tryna fiancé me,
F#m
F#
I take the steering wheel
F#m
F#
I'm on a song with my idol,
I'm a cold -blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the
ring like they was
Shawn
Michaels
I can't put the
Louis
V inside the watch cycle,
F#m
I take this shit to the cleaners
F#m
Beamer, I got a special demeanor
F#
She was mad when I seen her, I'm
gettin' meaner and meaner
Call the front desk and ask for a steamer I'm a bitch bagger,
not a
Twitch streamer
I'm eatin' pizza in
Little
Italy, damn, I used to hit
Caesars
She bout to finish,
but wait a minute, it gets deeper
Same kid, just a bit sleeker
F#m
F#
Now count it, 5, 10, yeah, 15, 20, 25, 30
Yeah, get the money,
throw it in the furnace
Yeah, this shit be funny,
earn it just to burn it
Listen, uh,
they say my killin's horrendous
How you still in the business?
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
Ma and
Duke's chillin' in
Venice
Compliments of an eldest descendant
Give hell with these writings
F#m
F#
This shit only propel my ascension
F#m
F#
I held my position in any
situation that's needed
This year, I'm shittin' on niggas
for the way we was treated
F#m
F#
F#m
I see the impact of all
F#
of my creations increasing
My stamp in time with these pantheons,
it all was divine
I'm in this moment of my life
where shit is falling in line
Looking back, I swear to
God, you'd think it all was designed
F#m
A true movie script,
F#
I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch
All she got is diamonds
F#m
on her mind on some
Uzi shit
A whole generation of
geniuses I'm influencing
F#
I only hang with real niggas who
F#m
I'm con gruent with
F#
I manifest nothing less
than the best outcome
Just watch my moves
with this next album
F#m
Now count it by ten, yeah,
Twenty -five, thirty, yeah,
get the money
F#m
Throw it in the furnace,
F#
yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it,
swag dripping from me
F#m
My sentences are harsh,
every single bar's like a verdict
I say it with conviction,
F#
but this time you're not gonna serve it
F#m
But as soon as I read it,
you know that you're about to get murdered
F#
When I cap, it'll punish,
F#m
then put you in a box like a juror
F#
If there's a rapper I haven't ate
We ain't battle,
either that or they won't collaborate
Cause
F#m
Patta pay for freestyle,
we'll settle that debate
F#
I call it guillotine style,
cause even off the head I decapitate
Yeah, bitch I go harder than
Carter
III
But I think I thought it,
just thought of me, she got a body and bottom like
Cardi
B
Then she be stalking me like I was broccoli,
I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinking you had that shit in
the bag like it's a colostomy
F#m
Meant to bet ter lurch, you better skirt,
but try to get on my level first
Bitch, I'd have to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours,
you bum -bum
F#
Look at your broke ass,
that's why you're a bum -bum
Cause your shit is so ass,
F#m
it's a little gun -gun
F#
Spits, it goes hop -do, only
F#m
L that I ever took was
when I lost proof
F#
Only time that I ever got served
is that lawsuit, when
Ma sued
F#m
But bitch, get out of pocket and
I might've cost you
F#
Homicides up the wazoo,
chain -guard
He probably got more body
-ody -odies than
F#m
John do
Just call
F#
Snoop and I'll talk to him, we all cool
Dre, me and the dog, good dog,
we got you
F#m
Got a castle with a solid gold floor
No I don't, I don't even got a
boat nor do I got a chauffeur
F#
But I like to showboat, you don't wanna fuck around,
F#m
20 more years I could probably go for
Just like your lip and
you got a cold sore
F#
F#m
My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes
You ain't never gonna say I
don't got it no more
Bitch, literally just look pretty me,
you kidding me?
Dying laughing's the only way you're
killing me
I'm getting rid of ya,
get clapped like a midia
The wittiest bitch, I snap like a tibia
You wanna get silly with the bars,
I'm frivolous
F#
But I'm as gritty and litty as my city
You see sides till I die,
bitch, I will rap till the end like a chameleon
F#m
A killer instinct with the pins
in killer instinct like a faucet
A
F#m
How the fuck do I even think of this
ridiculous shit?
I'm a quarter of a century
deep but I can't be beat
Till the day me and the grim reap meet I'm
D
ten toes down till I'm six feet deep
F#m
Win dows down on the
Benz
E -Jeep
Hollerin' at a bimbo beep beep beep
She says she fucks with the
MTV
Till the
MB side beats
A
Slim
ZD
F#m
I can see why you envy me
You get no ass like an
MDC
So this shit comes with a warning
D
For all you punks and you corny
I woke up on my fuck shit this morning
Now count it 5, 10
25, 30
Yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace
Yeah this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it
Swag drippin' from me
F#
I'm a, I'm a cold -blooded
F#m
F#
F#
Yeah, I'm a, yeah,
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