Tonalité : G# minor•
Intro 1
G#m
E
G#m
E
Chorus 1
G#m
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
C#m
but nigga don't test me
D#m
I played to the left, they went to the right,
G#m
they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky,
C#m
I hope they don't catch me
D#m
Police had raided our spot,
G#m
so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop,
C#m
I'm going retarded He say I'm hard,
D#m
G#m
and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
C#m
and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta,
D#m
I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the
Verse 1
G#m
(red key) I cannot mention my homies
inside of my songs
'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
E
I can't keep taking these pills,
when I'm in the trenches,
they say I be cappin' a lot
G#m
I know a nigga who say
he got rich off the dope,
but I know he be actin' a lot
C#m
I know some niggas who say
that they took down the city
D#m
but niggas be lackin' a lot
G#m
Yeah, that shit was awful,
C#m
nigga had that dog food
D#m
That day they shot you,
I slid on the Mongoose
G#m
You cannot come back around me,
you turned your back on me I cannot forget
E
The police was lying,
they said that they caught you,
but nigga they made you admit
G#m
Your name was fine, you put in that work,
they took your stick, you a bitch
E
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick,
Verse 2
they all be mad we rich
G#m
(turn up) Only twenty-five, living like a boss,
ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid,
E
keep lookin' over my shoulder
Niggas lying like I'm stealing swag,
but it's my shit like I wrote it
G#m
These rappers really nice as hell,
I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
E
Back to back Suburbans, I'm a big dog
I was in the slums serving fentanyl
Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals
I been gettin' to a lot of missed calls
G#m
Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
E
I don't know who could fuck with me,
honestly
And they know I'm the man
so they watching me
G#m
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, they must not be using his head
E
If he thinking I don't keep a Glock on me
That's like suicide if you play with us,
G#m
got a better chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
C#m
Make the crowd dance, choreography
D#m
Once I got a plan, ain't no stopping me
G#m
Three car garage, million dollar crib with
a foreign bitch riding on top me
C#m
A lot of people done said I won't be shit,
D#m
well I guess they owe me apology
Chorus 2
G#m
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
C#m
but nigga don't test me
D#m
I played to the left, they went to the right,
G#m
they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky,
C#m
I hope they don't recatch me
D#m
Police had raided our spot
G#m
so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop,
C#m
I'm going retarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage,
G#m
I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
C#m
and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta,
D#m
I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the
Outro 1
G#m
C#m
D#m
(red key)
G#m
E
G#m
[Fade out]
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