Tom: C major•
Intro 1
F#m
Verse 1
F#m
What up, I ain't got no pity for y 'all,
no mercy, misery was spittin' these bars,
If you caught a charge for being
as stupid as you lyrically are
Most of the crime in this city be solved
Bitch I get it, street smart, gritty and wit
EMC click, hit every city and zip
The big I get, not physically but mentally fit
My ego gotta be shipped,
just to go on trips
And, I'm easily likable
Want to see what I can do here?
Talk about me
Like
Jesus in
Bible school, thrash
Your
LP and
EP's recyclable
Your album should be burnt to a seed,
even writable
Why would you think of
approaching words?
I know you heard, seen his door,
so control the urge
In my own lane,
causin' other roads to merge
Hear the stage clear the way
when the chauffeur turns
Yo, I'm ready at all times
So if you want yours, come and get mine
All y 'all get in line, yeah
No fear, over here, I'm aware, uh -huh
I ain't scared of you, nah,
I'm prepared for you
Front of streets, interstate,
you pick the wrong one
Tryin' to get you a name,
you pick the wrong one
Must've made a mistake,
you pick the wrong one
Had the right idea, but pick the wrong one
I go on tour and my whole squad comes
We go places so far we send
postcards from
This is just my beginning so
I know y 'all done
I'ma flood the whole scene till
the coast guard comes
Don't y 'all run,
trying to escape is pointless
My voice is everywhere that
light and noise is
So come out the dark from hiding
I see you, my psychic count
carats that mark a diamond
I'm climbing the charts you slidin'
My promo van scared y
'all like the narcs inside it
The brain ain't strong without
a heart providing
You're both trip -sided,
we're sharks residing
Don't seem sensible,
ain't got a hint or clue
Since you intentional,
this fits what I'm meant to do
Interviews ask,
damn, who do I listen to?
No one but me, who you came to see?
Already at all times
So if you want yours, come and get mine
All y 'all get in line
No fear, over here, I'm aware of
I ain't scared of you, nah,
I'm prepared for you
Front of streets, interstage, pick the ball
One, two, tryna get you a name
You pick the ball, what up?
Cause you made a mistake,
you picked the wrong one
Had the right idea,
but don't get me wrong
My history is centuries long
Db
F#m
So don't try to off
me just to get you on
No sign up or filling out an entry form
What you envy will wind up
eventually pawned
Boom, gas, paycheck, rent is gone
Whatever asked for,
grass or cement we on
At any event perform
Done before the fans either walk through
the door to have their tickets on
You picked the wrong one,
wrong time, wrong person
Wrong window, wrong door, wrong curtain
Flip how I spit, every song, no cursin'
DJs think they playin' the wrong version
So get it correct,
cause the wrong tree walkin' up
Turn that tree into your
coffin like a carpenter
Keep your mouth shut, voice preserved
When I talk, it's never the wrong
choice of words, yo
I'm ready at all times
So if you want yours, come and get mine
All y 'all get in line
No fear, over here, I'm aware
Uh -huh, I ain't scared of you, nah,
I'm prepared for you
From the streets to the stage,
you picked the wrong one
Tryna get you a name,
you picked the wrong one
You must've made a mistake,
you picked the wrong one
Had the right idea,
Outro 1
but you picked the wrong one
F#m
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