Tom: Bb major
Verse 1
C
Bm
A
Am
Whatever happened
Dm
The boy that I once knew?
(It's ya boy Capone)
Em
C
Bm
The boy who said he'd be true (young slime from QB, let's go,
Am
Oh no, oh no (kill me,
Oh no, no, no, no,
Am
A
no (uh, wet me)
Am
Oh no, oh no (disrespect me)
F
Oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah,
C
Am
check it, yeah)
Verse 2
I told the judge, "I ain't comin' back
Catch me if your cops could"
F
C
I got a chopper sittin' under
You'll never catch me slippin'
F
I'll never get rocked by a chicken
I know you lame niggas
C
Bm
know my position
Am
So believe me, I'm no damn different
F
Listen, understand I'm a man with a vis
ion (I got a vision, baby)
C
You could kill me and bury me after
A
Am
Now who could do it like I do it?
G
Rap it just like I rap it?
F
Keep an army in the ratchet right
Dm
How dare you detest me?
How dare you neglect me?
Em
C
I'm the street in the purest form,
A
Am
Wet me, I'm coming back twice,
I'm that nice
F
Rap life is for the takin',
Em
Am
I'm shakin' this shit down
For a verse with Capone, you takin'
Verse 3
F
Who could take one and turn it to four?
Dm
I put blood, sweat, and tears,
Em
for these past seven years, it was pain
C
Bm
Now I'm tryna see glory in the game
Verse 4
A
Am
Bitch, I'm gon' get caught
in the middle of a crossfire
C
Am
in my waist to cross fire
They say I'm too thorough for my damn self,
F
brain on gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)
C
Hittin' fake niggas with flour
Am
Devour every nigga with power,
hit 'em lead showers
F
C
Homie, you can't be me, can't see me,
Talk greazy, but walk easy,
you damn lucky
F
C
It gets ugly, gun smoke leavin'
A
Am
Now, who can shoot it like I shoot
G
it, persistent with headshots?
F
Take a neighborhood to war
Em
with a .4 and a red dot
Dm
I'm not with the Westons,
I'm hot with the Smith and
Em
Listen, you play with death head
C
Bm
in' in my direction
Am
how could you not love me?
How could you not trust me?
F
Em
You just plant faith in pussies,
Am
push me, this shit disgusting
To get me out the game,
F
y'all cowards got to buck me
Verse 5
F
Who could take one and turn it to four?
Dm
I put blood, sweat, and tears,
Em
for these past seven years, it was pain
C
Bm
Now I'm tryna see glory in the game
Verse 6
F
Em
Oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year,
F
(New York City, the rebels)
Bm
A
(America, spent five years,
man)
Oh no, oh no (it's my turn)
Oh no, no, no, no,
F
no (three in the penitentiary)
C
Am
F
Oh no, oh no (can never stop)
(I can't stop, nigga)
Verse 7
A
Am
do it like I do it?
G
Rap it just like I rap it?
F
Keep an army in the ratchet right
Dm
How dare you detest me?
How dare you neglect me?
Em
C
I'm the street in the purest form,
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