Tom: B minor
Verse 1
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
Woo! I woke up this morning knowing I was right. I gotta be right,
Bm
cause I can't go wrong doing me, baby.
E
F#m
Yeah, I flow southpaw,
ain't nothing right about me.
Can they take the game to
BMall?
That's what they write about me.
Critics try, doubt me.
Try three, strike out me.
Till I took my first swing,
D
F#m
see they pitch game was lousy.
Trapped in the cocaine,
D
change lanes and reroute me
F#m
D
Mathematics that came was so lame,
I breathe outly
C#m
spit the sun out my mouthpiece
E
take bottles to the head like
Steve
F#m
Stout,
B
D
Beat you in the head with the pain
that cries out me
F#m
D
Thought the floor was dry like sand in
South
Beach
F#m
Ain't nothin' south about me
D
I set my bed from the bottom,
pen the sickest problem
F#m
D
Child that you encountered, bow wow
the most ill -mannered
D
Sick ballot, black talent
F#m
D
You can build houses with
the bricks y niggas droppin'
Bm
I was poppin' like hot grease
C#m
Beats need a autopsy
D
E
When I speak, I leave them all off -key
C#m
D
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
F#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna
be right
many roads to cross
F#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
D
Just singin', stabbed in my back like
Christ did
Rodney
F#m
D
King tried that shit and got
hit with night snicks
Martin
F#m
D
Luther preached peace,
even he got sniped at
X'd
D
F#m
What you expect but excitement when the boss
D
add you to the fire and ignite shit
F#m
D
Bombs like eunitis leave
you stiff as arthritis
Arthorite shit
C#m
D
That sharp as icepicks and rikers
E
Though I don't think these niggas
F#m
caught the niceness
I said can live righteous,
D
get stabbed in my back like
Christ did, I bled
F#m
D
From the same frost the bars
flow as priceless
F#m
My edge is that I'm close to the ledge
D
F#m
And I spit hollow heads from gunpowder
thoughts that run through my head
Infrared beams pain dreams
F#m
D
Get fed , do the same
stream that shoot insulin
Bm
C#m
I said, if a red hot steam roller
The flow of lawnmower,
E
C#m
your ass is grass
many roads to cross
F#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
many roads to cross
F#m
If bein' me is wrong,
D
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
F#m
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
D
came out with a crime, many roads across,
F#m
and being me is wrong,
D
F#m
D
Bm
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
C#m
D
E
E#dim
F#m
D
F#m
D
F#m
D
F#m
you
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