Tom: C# minor•
Intro 1
F#m
A
C#m
B
F#m
A
C#m
A
B
A
Verse 1
Pull up knockin' my own shit
Cup of drank and a Reese's
Pieces on fuck with leases
B
A
If I'm behind the wheel, I own it
Bad bitch and she gotta
be sittin' on Gromit
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
If you ain't talkin' about no money,
B
A
get the fuck off my phone, yeah
Jacket run up on me,
F#m
I'ma blow your door, yeah
A
Even though I got a C on my back,
on my car, got a B on his back
B
But we still get along, yeah
please leave me the fuck alone, yeah
Niggas inside, they want a picture,
but really be tryin' to get you
Fuckin' with me, I bet they gon'
B
be dead before the song, yeah
A
I started this singin' and rappin' shit
way back in 96
B
Just me and Bone Thugs and Harmony and Condite Cash,
Nineteen years later,
still runnin' under
Rappalon, rappers know I'm runnin' now
So many haters in my way every day
Every time I get an opportunity,
B
A
they jump in front of that
Hold my Bentley, I had to get another one
If I don't do no shows,
I'm gonna suffer some
These managers always be trippin'
I'ma do it myself, whoop,
tryna find another one
I see smilin' faces,
but behind smilin' faces,
they be so evil
So when you see me out in public,
don't run up on me, homie
B
F#m
Fuck you and fuck your people
A
F#m
Legendary is my middle name
B
F#m
The realest ever is my boulevard
A
F#m
I can't do nothin' with no pocket change
A
B
A
F#m
I fear no man, I only fear my Lord
throwin' up your hood
C#m
A
B
This one for my real diamonds,
F#m
up against the world
comin' out lookin'
C#m
A
I'm
B
and this one for my real G
A
I'm way too real for them
and that's why they can't feel me
Always ready to give up the rap game
and pick up a kilo of cocaine
B
I don't think y really hear me
A
If you a weak -ass nigga,
don't bring none of that down near me
I'm the motherfuckin' man around here,
you don't need no glasses
B
You don't even need a shot of vizine
I know you don't wanna
see me livin' sweat
Mad down a motherfucker
cause I'm havin' a ball
B
You wanna see me in a livin' head
A
This lil' nigga named Sam, think he live
Put his bitch ass in the hospital,
they really love Satan
Yeah, they sold they soul,
F#m
A
guess they got tired of waitin'
Just cause you ain't shinin'
right now
B
don't mean you ain't gon' never shine
All you had to do was keep on prayin'
you oughta be ashamed
Lookin' like a man with
the legs of a great dame
No swimsuit model, ass nigga, you a lame
A
I'ma call you James Harder
than a motherfucker on
your album cover, huh?
Get your ass in real life
and you ain't fuckin' with the brothers,
ass a Chevrolet
F#m
A
While I've been corners in that
Bentley coupe like every day
B
A
Broke the Van Drive
They put a hit on me
B
A
But I don't really give a shit, homie
I got more than just that four -fifth on me
B
And I'm knockin' all y 'all haters
A
F#m
down like Domino's
A
F#m
Legendary is my middle name
B
F#m
The realest ever is my boulevard
F#m
A
no pocket change
B
A
F#m
I fear no man, I only fear my Lord
Throwin' up your hood
C#m
A
B
This one for my real G's
F#m
Diamonds up against the wood
C#m
Call me not lookin' good
A
And this one for my real G's
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AcordesF#m A C#m B
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