Tom: A minor•
Verse 1
A
Yo we can't stay alive forever,
so shit hit the fan
and we might as well die together,
Dm
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar, G -Unit move around with them pounds and barrettas,
A
yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it,
regardless if it's handed
to me or I gotta
Don't make a ass out of yourself
trying to stop me
I'm cocky, rap's rocky,
nigga, you sloppy
You know that I'm eight
Am
levels above you, nigga
I plug you, nigga,
I never heard of you, nigga
It's over, nigga,
Dm
I'm the wrong one to provoke
it's only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now
Am
is toast for these cowards
A
Am
I got no friends,
fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit till we start
approaching these cows
Dm
While we lay around dol lars,
A
Dm
they lay around flowers
A
the dog using stings to read for
Am
We flip when I call a bitch
Now all the vehicles is long enough
to stash the streetsweeper
Am
This shit gon' get uglier
A
than the masterpiece maker
Dm
We slidin' through the ruckers,
A
with pride on the chuckers
Am
So the spring break hoes
when the fuckers
I ain't here to drop
knowledge on you suckers
I sick drop wilders on you fuckers
Am
Cops followin' the cuffers,
Dm
A
top dollars to discuss this
Am
Whole lotta zeros when it comes to paper
I'll blow the soul outta arrow
A
I lay in the floor, buried besides
Am
Every rap ain't a star
and every plaid ain't ball buried
I'm smokin' by the big screen
it's like I'm playin' the Gameboy
I know the watch, Bob,
Am
But reaching, I put a dot on your head
Like it's a party with religion
While I party with a pigeon,
Cause Bush handin' out flyers
for a party in the prison
Dm
A
I'm in a Gucci vest
with the green and red stripes
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas,
A
Now every morning's a fast start
But it ain't a problem
gettin' dressed
Dm
Cause my closet got more
And I'm runnin' when
we startin' to breathe
Dm
A lead with 12 shells in your mouth
I'm a young pimp partin' my age,
I don't got long hair
But if I did, she'd be partin' my braids
Dm
A
You just find out what club they at
Am
Take em with us and run a train
on em like a subway map
A
Yeah, Advance is a grey Acra
See these record labels
Dm
Gettin' fucked like the gay rapper
A
I go to college on the tour
Am
I'm goin' down in history, nigga
A
Next to Wallace and Shakur,
Am
G
Am
Text polished in the drawer
Cameras by the handprints
that monitor the floor
A
Asus4
A
You heard of me, fresh out of surgery
A
you gon' have to murder me
Dm
A
Dm
Burglary, we leavin' with your Nikes,
Am
burgundy
White tee, burgundy,
Niggas better hate you,
love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat,
with weed, smoke, and fishin' gear
Heavy when I talk,
Am
see notes from different years
Bezzy in the rope,
remotes and liftin' chairs
Dm
we'll be glad to snatch it
Am
I'll send cars to your crib
A
like I'm a cab dispatcher
these stupid guys
Lookin' for a coupe to drive,
G
Am
you ain't gettin' nothin'
A
but your french fries super -sized
Am
Dm
It's a damn shame y 'all still local,
A
I'm in a million -dollar studio
Dm
A
layin' my vocals, nigga
Asus4
A
Am
You're still in the projects, nigga
You ain't goin' nowhere
Dm
You gon' fuckin' be there
Am
for the rest of your motherfuckin' life
And your mama say,
somethin'
To encourage you, somethin' positive
Alright, well I ain't gon' lie
to you, motherfucker
You ain't goin' nowhere
Get yourself a bin, get on the fuckin' curb
A
Get on the fuckin' dirtbag
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