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