Tom: F minor
Intro 1
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Gm
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Gm
Verse 1
up in the morning, thank God
Gm
First thought is to get it
Roll over and kiss my girl
I'm still with her cause she with it
Em
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Out the shower,
Jordan's tower over the floor
Gm
Bro my fours is cemented
Back then my pockets was
dented made more
Em
Gm
Nah I swear them kicks is not in my vision
I swear that million a mission
We bliss that shit with precision
Em
I heard they wanna be Jordan
Gm
I'm more like Brian James than Pippen
Em
Gm
I feel I'm glowing while flowing
F#m
This is the shit they been missing
Em
My city say that they see me
Gm
Em
Them haters wanna be me
Gm
They won't pay me but they'll hate me
F#m
Then they act like they don't see me
Em
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Top 5 these lanes is crazy
Em
I never lost so what that make me
Gm
You can't break the chant,
TBE because they trace me
Em
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Swear I'm feeling like Floyd,
Gm
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they put these bums on my level
Em
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Gm
Till they get in this lane,
then like the push and the pedal
Em
Gm
OG's they try to keep up,
F
Em
but lack the rumble and guts
Gm
I mean you used to be cool,
but now you boring and suck
Em
You front an d lie to your people,
Gm
because you fear that you're equal
Got no respect cause the truth is,
you the one who don't see you
F
When we was on our way up,
Gm
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Gm
none of us wanted to be you
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Gm
You was the shit for some months,
Fm
Em
Gm
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Fm
Gm
you came and went like a Vesu
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Them O .G.'s look like Goliath,
Gm
I do like David and Fyre
Em
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Gm
The team I stay with inspired,
they say I'm great but some hate
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Em
I heard you said you a god,
Gm
that's when I said you a liar
I got one hand in the world,
I got one hand in the stars
Em
These niggas lookin' so hard,
Gm
you swear my bitch is a star
I take my bitch to the beach,
then put my beach in the car
Eb#m
The bitch they hate when you king,
Fm
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Fm
it's like Mufasa and Scar
Gm
Some act as if they your family,
which makes the turbulence odd
Em
They say you wanna be great,
Gm
so should the rest of your squad
Although I came from the bottom,
triangle, offense to odds
Gm
it's hard not to go in on them frauds
But be cool when we see you,
you niggas act like some broads
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Gm
I swear I thrash on these lames,
I don't play them no games
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Gm
Cause at the end of the day,
we hardly the same
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The cloth I'm cut from don't wrinkle,
Gm
I'm like the son of some people
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Gm
My shit be like to some people,
same ones ain't dope in some people,
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I swear to the vision
Gm
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You
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