Tonalité : C# minor
Verse 1
Cm
Oh, okay
Writer's block, part four
Ab
Heck, I'm back in the building
Cm
Try tell these stupid nig gas,
Ab
Cm
It's too easy for me
Unh, check it
These flaggerin' thugs got
hate in they blood
Shit, it may be the bars that cater to grudge
Ab
But I cater to drugs that take them above
Fm
You couldn't shit on a set
Cm
if this was slave all love
Love your man's a menace,
get blammed in minutes
Tell it, jam or finish for this
band and tennis
Fm
Ab
Nigga, damn, I'm rented,
I done ran through ditches
Cm
Fm
Blowing damn cake like
it had some candles in it
Cm
Midget, I race past your fake ass
Bumping my music, but I ain't rate cash
Fm
Eat dirt, taste gas
Ab
Straight laugh at these haters who aim
Cm
Fm
This street shit,
your whole style is radio fringe
Cm
Look, when it's prime time,
bite our grime mines
Sean's blind, wrist brighter than Einstein
Ab
Couple OG's that's
Fm
rotten at five -nine
Four -O -Z, they'll wipe
out your timelines
Cm
Put you in a box,
lettin' them guns clap
Press like a thumbtack,
Ab
Fm
left where you pump back
Ab
You peddlers dumb -whack,
the chef make it come back
Fm
I was stretchin' like I'm
gettin' ready to run track
Cm
I'm on another level,
you peep my swaggin 'ness
These niggas swaggerless,
Ab
I'll show you how to swag this shit
Come through stuntin', lightin' a fat L
Fm
Ask that Martin have him lookin'
tighter than Maxwell
Ab
Cm
Let a nigga front,
he'll be bitin' a cat shell
Fm
Cm
A happy way these other niggas
Fm
lighted and passed out
Ab
Sweet as Laffy Taffy,
I get it crackin' scrappy
Fm
This'll be the only way
Ab
Cm
you hear somebody clappin' at me
Give it up for the Critically Acclaimed
Fm
Ab
Fm
A .R. Fuckin' Ryder, whoo!
Cm
What the fuck I'm talking about, man?
That boy speak the truth, man.
All these niggas ain't spittin'
it like you out here, man.
Fm
Ab
Nah, not at all.
These niggas too simple for you, Ryder.
Cm
Fm
ABC flow, man.
You been doing this shit
Cm
since Writers Block Part 1, nigga.
Fm
Cm
And we still here, nigga.
Nigga, this right here
Ab
Fm
Ab
is what I call greatness, y 'all.
Cm
Fm
Matter of fact, why y stop clapping?
Cm
Stand up, salute this man.
Samocha Excellence right here.
That is Black Pro 4.
Ab
Fm
Let's go the fuck in, nigga.
Yeah, nigga.
It's Dipset.
Cm
Hi, man.
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