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