Tom: B minor
Verse 1
Bm
Em
Bm
Em
Bm
Woo! I woke up this morning knowing I was right. I gotta be right,
Em
cause I can't go wrong doing me, baby.
A
Bm
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,
G
Bm
see they pitch game was lousy.
Trapped in the cocaine,
G
change lanes and reroute me
Bm
G
Mathematics that came was so lame,
I breathe outly
F#m
spit the sun out my mouthpiece
A
take bottles to the head like
Steve
Bm
Stout,
B
G
Beat you in the head with the pain
that cries out me
Bm
G
Thought the floor was dry like sand in
South
Beach
Bm
Ain't nothin' south about me
G
I set my bed from the bottom,
pen the sickest problem
Bm
G
Child that you encountered, bow wow
the most ill -mannered
G
Sick ballot, black talent
Bm
G
You can build houses with
the bricks y niggas droppin'
Em
I was poppin' like hot grease
F#m
Beats need a autopsy
G
A
When I speak, I leave them all off -key
F#m
G
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Lord knows I don't wanna
be right
many roads to cross
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
G
Just singin', stabbed in my back like
Christ did
Rodney
Bm
G
King tried that shit and got
hit with night snicks
Martin
Bm
G
Luther preached peace,
even he got sniped at
X'd
G
Bm
What you expect but excitement when the boss
G
add you to the fire and ignite shit
Bm
G
Bombs like eunitis leave
you stiff as arthritis
Arthorite shit
F#m
G
That sharp as icepicks and rikers
A
Though I don't think these niggas
I said can live righteous,
G
get stabbed in my back like
Christ did, I bled
Bm
G
From the same frost the bars
flow as priceless
Bm
My edge is that I'm close to the ledge
G
Bm
And I spit hollow heads from gunpowder
thoughts that run through my head
Infrared beams pain dreams
Bm
G
Get fed , do the same
stream that shoot insulin
Em
F#m
I said, if a red hot steam roller
The flow of lawnmower,
A
F#m
your ass is grass
many roads to cross
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
many roads to cross
G
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
G
came out with a crime, many roads across,
Bm
and being me is wrong,
G
Bm
G
Em
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
F#m
G
A
A#dim
Bm
G
Bm
G
Bm
G
Bm
you
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