Tom: E major
Verse 1
D
I'm right here per your request,
now you stuck in them shoes
No alliances with Meek,
it's still fuck him too
A
D
Before we start, to the fans,
I'm uncomfortable too
Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all
Gm
D
cause I got love for the dude
But now my phone blowin'
up, they're like what I'm gonna do?
Show the world you shouldn't
poke a man with nothin' to lose
All of this just because I wasn't in
love with his Views
D
I just know they got me fuckin' confused, hey
Verse 2
One two, one two
Wait a minute!
Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm,
I'm, I'm honored to be around you, man
Joe Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
D
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be
honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you?
Joe Budden: It ain't an honor
to be around me!
Gm
D
Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain,
Gm
he's one of the best. You know that, right?
Other Person: What up?
What up?
Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you
know he's one of the best
Other Person: Nah it's all love
Verse 3
Eb
D
Look, enough of the sentimental crap
Cool if you into that
Fuck all of these subs,
who they intended at?
Gm
I won't believe it's me
without forensic facts
Eb
They don't normally mention
D
Black when pennin' their raps
But then I listen back,
Gm
I heard a pinch of sass
D
Em
Tender ass Teddy come around,
A
he gon' get pinned to grass
Gm
I come around with every inch of the mag
Bb
I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought
Bb
A
You made me proud, lad,
but it seems my child mad
With all the clout that he grabbed,
Gm
it's still doubts from his dad
Bb
Look, this ain't promotional,
Bb
No doubt you got Starbucks,
with all that Joe in you
A
D
I part his reign lightnin' fast,
Bb
A black cloud all over the
6, check the overview
Bb
shit wasn't real clear
A
Either Jimmy actin' or he really
A
What he don't know is we the most
A
I should've did this two Kendricks ago
Gm
Bb
He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show,
commence my role
For Jodeci, Boyz II Men,
A
we at the end of the road
D
I figure he's that close to his
Bb
death to know the reaper
Eb
Bb
Gm
In fitted sweats with old sneakers,
the flow ether
KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper
Gm
Quick to put extension on singer,
A
Nothin' 'bout Rick slick,
but show of the Caesar
Gm
A
My crust from the same old
Bb
So how you callin' out the lyrical god?
Your face light up when you see me,
talkin' Miracle Watts
A
Cause your words ain't sayin' a thing
Gm
A
I kilogram without weighin' a thing
Gm
Nigga you baitin' a king
Bb
Tell you the way that Golden State
say to it's team
Gm
Aubrey you gotta make a shot,
A
D
Dm
Gm
you wanna play on the
wing
Verse 4
Gm
Dem a call me a murderer
Bb
I never duck, just spray
Gm
I'ma never miss mi aim
Bb
A
Dem a call me a murder
There's some truth in that saying
Gm
Bb
Dem a call me a murder
Nobody seen nothing,
Gm
Bb
nobody seen nothing
Verse 5
Look here, I just spit the facts,
raging aristocrat
Shooters heard them words,
When they roll up,
bet dude won't wanna live his raps
He'll see the 6 upside down
and wanna switch it back
I'm too real, I bet your star's tender
Gm
Bb
I bet a mil', I'll bet a star tender
But since the OG's Hov,
here's what I wanna know
If ain't no real niggas allowed
the fuck would I wanna go?
D
That's thinkin' back to Jay,
Bb
now let's get back to Drake
Gm
Bb
Both too big to respond
to all I have to say
Gm
Still with all their success and all
their accolades
The universe makes it so they come
Here's a reminder that
Gm
A
Gm
I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice,
Hova
Bb
I make these words flip as
Okay practice over,
Bb
D
back to Blacklist, Hova
Nothin' personal,
Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm
doin' the work for you
Payback, wire his jaw, reimbursin' you
Metal all behind his face,
A
Might have made a mistake
out of this one
Gm
A
Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way
Bb
So, warn your damn campaign
that hammers rang
I just bought a New Edition,
Gm
you can't stand the rain
D
Y'all say this soft nigga hard
and that, I can't explain
Y'all think he's soul for
Em
real, I see candy rain
Gm
F
So Aubrey when you sub real
And since you signed to five guys,
makes you a burger
Verse 6
Gm
I never duck, just spray
I'ma never miss mi aim
Dem a call me a murder
Nobody seen nothing,
D
A
D
Gm
A
D
D
What I see, ayy Real quick, I don't wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return, has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don't understand how you niggas, and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a real nigga,
A
D
Gm
A
and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive. I don't understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I'm out of touch with the rules of today's society. I'm clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am before I allow another nigga to do it for me
Verse 7
A
I'm from the school of pussy
Gm
don't get me punch drunk
Maybe it's different in the city
A
Eb
I'm from the school of these
Gm
hoes belong to everybody
No celeb exempt, goes for everybody
D
So when I seen you fucked shorty,
not a bitter bone in me
I ain't think of how to
handle the plan
Said I'm aware,
have fun, understand that it's, fam
Told that to you and not her, that's
Bb
just the man that I am
A
My nigga, kids got no respect
Gm
A
Odd cause you called me for the hoe check
Gm
on every hoe you checked
Bb
That makes sense, bad bitches,
that's what Joe do best
And I's the man 'round these parts when
Which kinda makes me
your OG in Toronto
And I ain't charge once,
Bb
Gm
that's for free in Toronto
A
D
I'm unsure how that came
A
Em
to be in Toronto
A
E
Nigga I don't even be in Toronto
Bb
When it rains it pours
get please get a poncho
Gm
Subs fell short like a free throw from Rondo
D
Bb
So rude, he gay,
A
Bb
so mean with all the Budden threats
As soon as we shoot at King,
Gm
D
DemarcusCousins' next
Gm
This shit is truly a movie
Bb
A
You started a trend bein' a
groupie for groupies
Em
Shit, I had Bria in the coupe
Before you ever wrote
an interlude about her
A
So who you playin' with, clown
I'm first shift at the bars,
Gm
so only means I already made them rounds
Bb
They say that he the best
MC and best flow'er
D
but you love my leftovers
Fire the kill shot, the fire still hot
Bb
Word to your Versace velours
that Kyra still got
the chrome of the pump
Let it blast, checkered past,
shoulda known from the jump
Bb
A
It's whatever you wanna roll,
executives got your soul
Gm
Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records,
show for
sellin' records was never the goal
I never sold records,
I kept records of what was sold
Might have made a mistake
out of this one
Day's long, can't Trey Songz your
way out of this one
D
So don't worry yourself, and before I go
Fuck a record label,
I appear courtesy of myself, Joe
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