Tonalité : B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
C
D
Bm
C
Bm
(Yo,
C
D
Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Uh
Bm
Blow for blow, Cole flow
Verse 2
Bm
just prestigious
D
Bm
Sweats and tees, no unnecessary accessories,
G
the GOAT just from features
Bm
D
Proceed with throat- cut procedures
Bm
He look rich, but he broke,
just egregious
D
Don't trust rappers, ho, trust in Jesus
Bm
G
Bm
Whole team approach Costa Rica
And coast on boats,
D
gettin' throat from top models
Bm
They pop shit, my clique pop bottles
Verse 3
D
I sip orange juice in the VI
P, watchin' the clock tick
Bm
Perform a couple of hits and then I dip
D
Six figures richer than when I entered
Bm
Cole world, Mr. I Got a Temper
D
I stay hot, doin' numbers
Bm
like K- Pop
BTS in the flesh while they flop
D
And I laugh all the way to the Deutsche Bank
A
Bm
Stay the fuck out my lane,
avoid the paint
I'm really him, Bruce Jenner,
D
boy just ain't
Bm
I'm boisterous, loud boos for crews
Verse 4
Bm
from mad voices
It's like your team's
D
makin' the choice to take
A
Bm
L after L, I got to laugh
Y'all look like James
D
A
Todd Smith autograph
Bm
Maybe that's why your
G
bitch dropped the math
Bm
D
Go against the squad
and get chopped in half
Bm
Now, who
Verse 5
hot? Who not? (Who?)
Tell me, who flopped? Who
D
sells out the tours? (Me)
Bm
Who rap with trap niggas that
G
Bm
wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never
D
A
let off before? (Me)
Bm
Who got your whore pokin'
her head out the door?
Gettin' paid every week like he
A
Bm
did all his chores (me)
Life's a bitch,
G
Bm
I'm rich 'til I divorce (yeah)
If the shit go left,
A
I'm pullin' bread out the floor (GG)
Bm
Okay, chain nastier than
Verse 6
cow manure
G
Bm
Bust down my shooter,
D
A
Bm
saw more wires than a bomb defuser
Take a jet to the jungle,
was healin' my soul
D
I'm done seen my niggas froze,
A
Bm
filled up with embalmin' fluid
I still did numbers in this game (I did)
D
Only thing changed is the tail
numbers on the plane (jet)
Bm
Re tired drug dealer,
bust chain, watch plain
D
I don't do drugs, but, baby, I don't judge,
Bm
do your thing (that's all you)
Verse 7
Bm
I'm a king, you won't see me
drop no tears (uh- uh)
Back- to- back white coupes,
D
A
Bm
bitch, it's lookin' like veneers (white)
Came in this game thinkin'
G
Bm
niggas was my peers
Shit, damn near broke my heart
D
I ain't know they was that weird
(lame- ass niggas)
Bm
Niggas give you they word,
they be breakin' that so easily (damn)
D
We can't do that in streets 'cause eventually,
Bm
you're seein' me (what's up?)
That's why I be in the crib,
gamin' on DND
'Cause you can't play with me and I not
D
Bm
let you see the beast in me (fuck)
Verse 8
G
Cole say in Fayetteville they go,
Bm
"Ay, ay, ay" (what up?)
D
Fact he fuck me with me like that,
A
Bm
it makes up for them rainy days (no cap)
Can't be on the court,
NBA coach'll take my game away (which one?)
Catch you on that freeway,
D
we're reenacting Training Day
Bm
You hear me? Who ain't
rockin' with me?
Tell 'em to start from zero,
D
then make it out of the D (go do that)
Bm
Remember bein' young,
G
seein' pops rockin' up kis (bricks)
Bm
Saw bodies on streets,
D
A
now I'm tryna put bodies in seats (let's go on tour)
Bm
You hear me? Hold up, who ain't
Verse 9
Bm
C
rockin' with me? (Who?)
Bm
Tell 'em to play with they live,
D
A
fumble they college degree (godo that)
Bm
Tell 'em to face all that time and still be
solid as me (go do that)
D
Do years in prison and drop a hit the day I
release (go do that, nigga)
Bm
You hear me? Ay,
Unc', I got ahead of them niggas
D
I should've listened, I turned back and tried to rescue
A
them niggas (should've listened)
Bm
Sick you started hatin' 'cause I got
ahead of you, nigga (bitch)
D
I ain't trippin', that shit ain't gon' stop this cheddar,
Bm
my nigga, you hear me? (G7)
Verse 10
Bm
Now, who hot? Who not? (Yeah)
Tell me, who flopped? Who
D
A
sells out the tours? (Me)
Bm
Who raps with trap niggas that
wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never
D
A
let off before? (Me)
Bm
Who got your whore pokin'
her head out the door?
Gettin' paid every week like he
D
A
Bm
did all his chores (me)
Life's a bitch,
G
Bm
I'm rich 'til I divorce (yeah)
If the shit go left,
D
A
I'm pullin' bread out the floor
Bm
Now, who
Verse 11
hot? Who not? (Yeah)
Tell me, who flopped? Who
D
A
sells out the tours? (Me)
Bm
Who raps with trap niggas that
G
Bm
wet up your doors?
Who go harder than them and never
D
A
let off before? (Me)
Bm
Who got your whore pokin'
her head out the door?
Gettin' paid every week like he
D
A
Bm
did all his chores (me)
Life's a bitch,
G
I'm rich 'til I divorce (yeah)
Bm
D
A
Bm
If the shit go left, I'm pullin' bread out the floor
Outro 1
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