Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Em
G#aug
Hopped out the Sprinter
C
Am
C
in the dead of the winter
Em
Wit' hella niggas
The beef never settle, we let it simmer
Am
My bitch a real head spinner
Em
I mean ever since I put lead in the
Members of your clique,
they quit messin' with us
Am
My sex drive ride like an S5
Em
Check the finesse drive
This is as simple as connect- the- dots
Am
"Get the hell out of Dodge,"
said the cops
Em
You got hip- hop in the head
lock
She foamin' at the mouth
Greenlight them niggas, open house
Am
Em
Molotov cocktail,
Might have to smoke 'em out,
no doubt (uh, no doubt, nigga)
Am
Six million ways to die, choose a couple
Em
Brothers busting at
your bubble goose
Way down in Moose Knuckle
Am
Slipped once, oops
But the move was subtle
Em
The new uzi come with the muzzle
I think "What Would
Am
Rosebudd Do?"
Tipped the crown
Em
Flooded it with colored gems, fuck it
One less thing scratched
off the bucket list
Am
Y'all been put on notice
Em
Niggas, we on it
No homo–I don't love Makonnen
Am
Shit ain't changed,
you know the game
Money, hoes, clothin'
Em
It's all golden
I'm still walking on roses
Am
Uh
Em
Late sessions with my therapist,
forever pissed
We was left for dead with no inheritance
C
Am
The only heirlooms passed down to
Em
the ghetto kids was metal
That's the same weapon that
Bob shot the sheriff with, uh
Am
All I wanted
Verse 2
Em
was some finer things
Am
Bad bitches just scream my name
Em
Big chains, diamond rings, and cars
Am
I bet you didn't that I'd go far
C
Am
Em
Baby, this is how the story goes
Weed was taught to us,
well this is all we know
Am
Em
Squeeze fifth, did it all for the cash
Bet you ain't never did no shit like that
Am
Em
Never in yo' fuckin' life
So fuck it, ya'll niggas some big,
Am
Em
big L7's, man
Ya' dig? Boss, nigga
Verse 3
Em
Am
We built this from the ground up, kiddo
Em
This a kilo on my earlobe
For real though, y'all some
weirdos
Am
Ferragamos with the clear souls
Em
The new TEC- 22 with the air holes
C
Gotta be prepared, holmes
Am
Baby, I'm a head case
Em
This a leg race
So many Cuban chains I'm
runnin' out of neck space, uh
Am
Em
You not a blip on the god radar
Fuck an A&R, I can do
way more with an AR
Am
C
Am
Em
Ex tended clip on the K look like a space bar,
quasar
Don't make me have to pull
Am
it like the race card, uh
So don't you ever test my patience
Em
For the drama I been waitin'
Outro 1
I left a couple shell cases
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
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