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Intro 1
Am
Dm
Verse 1
F
Am
I do this for you, you, you listenin' now
Dm
Am
You hear this by yourself,
F
Dm
even mixin' the crowds
Am
Do I do this for my health?
Nah, nigga, you clowns
It's busy spittin' for your wealth,
tryin' to get to the crown
Dm
Am
F
But if I told you there was
Dm
no throne king or nothin'
I just saw a day rain for summers
And you want that spot,
you want that drop,
you want that phantom
I wanna make anthems
I'm doing this for every rap
song you ever hated
F
I'm doing this for okay rappers
For special eds, the redhead kingpins,
the sing -sing niggas
that did they thing out and
Dm
still do they thing in
Am
And for the hustlers risking
F
Am
Dm
jail imprisonment
Am
Just cause they had to grow
compared to instruments
I drop knowledge
but you rather hear the ignorance
Dm
Guess what good am I, man?
Imma give you that I don't know
Imma give it to you
Am
It's like I'm doin' this so you can envy me
F
Am
Get a clue, I do this for DJs
But it's really for you
Dm
Am
For those livin' in apartments
But wishin' for houses
for alcoholic wife beaters
Keep hittin' they spouses
holdin' kids in they mouth
Dm
F
I'm so sorry that I'm kickin' you out
Dm
Am
If it ain't happen, yet it will, ma
I promise, though, we just met
And I ain't bust yet
But when I do,
Dm
Am
I don't care if you catch a bus
Am
I'll even slide you a twenty
F
Am
My music's serious, but still I act funny
I spit it for ice rockers,
Jamaicans that like rockers
Whether you ball or you like soccer
The corporate woman,
sippin' a nice vodka out after work
Dm
F
With a purse to match her shoes,
Am
and her shoes match her skirt
And she don't got a man,
cause she keeps getting hurt
By some nigga always hoing
and don't know a woman's worth
F
And she loves catchy hooks,
Am
but she fucks with my verses
That's why I speak with a purpose,
just so the people can purchase
It's for my peeps in the dirt,
for my flat bush niggas
F
Am
They throw fight and let
they cat push niggas
F
They never heard me online
Am
They don't even got a home PC
If I ain't on mic and K -Slay's last CD
A smack DVD
Them niggas can't see me
I don't know, man
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It's so rare what I do
Am
For every unsigned rapper
Am
F
Than every nigga with a deal
Am
Till you hear his records
He always stressing that he's real
And he bears his weapon
And on his mixtape,
Dm
he says that he's compared to legends
F
I flow for folks that like Yin
And for them people needin'
Dm
some more within the song
Am
For all the single parents,
my single's apparently targeted
But the album's realer,
it comes straight from my heart
F
Am
It's music, welcome to my pterodone
Dancehall shit, you can't left it alone
It bangs up in the club,
but it hits you more in your home
Am
you sittin' at your desk now
You payin' bills stressed out
You makin' meals stretch out,
feedin' your fam
You mad cause your girlfriend
got beat by your man
knowin' you saw every word I spit is hurtin' you,
Am
so turn this shit off, it's music
I make black history longer than February
I make music,
F
Am
but the beat ain't even necessary
I'm so legendary, I just started
I'm on the streets, nigga, fuck chartin'
I'm like a gun sparkin',
the way I go hard
And I ain't lettin' up, I flow retarded
I'm about to travel on the yellow bus
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