Tonalité : G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
F#
Dear God, I have once again
G#m
found myself in a situation
Where I'm left with no
F#
choice but to fight
G#m
But God, you have built me as a fighter
F#
So please do not look down on me
G#m
for the actions I am about to commit
F#
My enemies need you, Lord
E
G#m
I just pray that you ignore them
Real recognize real, let me ride together
I don't groove in my teddy
in the sky together
C#m
G#m
Would I be wrong if I got all
the sound like fuckin' Bo
Those are just words, bitch,
the truth is in my fuckin' soul
C#m
G#m
I fuckin' know that I'm a sinner,
Lord, and pray for me
My life is full of bills
D#
that don't nobody pay for me
G#m
C#m
Get away from it,
G#m
I'm about to overload
F#
E
My heart crippled by a misery
that no one knows
G#m
D#
G#m
I need my motherfuckin'
pills and my nicotine
Look in the mirror,
eyes focused on the enemy
C#m
G#m
Embark a tendency to strike
whoever fuckin' with me
Expose the irony,
cause ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I'm just a motherfuckin' hitman
My mind military
D#
And I ain't rappin',
G#m
C#m
I'm orchestratin' obituar ies
G#m
F#
And you've been buried all along,
fuck a song
E
You and I know what's goin' on
D#m
G#m
D#
G#m
I know you don't fuck with me
I know you don't fuck
C#m
G#m
with me
C#m
G#m
But you don't wanna cross the line
You don't wanna cross the line
D#
G#m
C#m
G#m
F#
E
D#
G#m
I ain't never been a rapper,
lil' buddy, I'm a criminal
So if I throw a shot at you,
it will not be subliminal
C#m
G#m
My shot will be literal,
barrel up the .45
Something on my side
that is damn near Gordy side
Fresh about the halfway house,
I'm about to act a fool now
D#
One call from Jazzy,
C#m
he gon' let them fuckin' rules out
G#m
People hatin' on me,
F#
but y 'all know how the rumors do
E
Hit the club 30 deep,
D#m
D#
we call that the goobla do
G#m
You don't know about pistols,
you don't know about droughts
Always rappin' bout it,
C#m
but we don't see you out south
G#m
Keep makin' your disses
and doin' your little songs
Keep tryin' to disrespect me
and all of your little blogs
You rapper, I ain't gotta say,
you know I'm hot
D#
Struggles, Trud, got the choppa
C#m
with the fold -out stock
G#m
Yeah, you better ask my block,
F#
they'll tell you I'm hot
E
D#
And this is 16, I ain't the only one hot,
G#m
I know you don't fuck with me
I know you don't fuck with me
C#m
G#m
I know you don't fuck with me
I know you don't fuck with me
C#m
G#m
But you don't wanna cross the line
D#
You don't wanna cross the line
G#m
C#m
G#m
You don't wanna cross the line
F#
E
You don't wanna cross a river
D#m
G#m
Talkin' rappers on the cam era
but I see your lies
You just usin' us to keep
your own career alive
C#m
G#m
Bitch, you had your time to shine,
now you paid out
I'm unleashed,
knockin' doors on the cage out
C#m
G#m
Feel my rage, I've engaged
and I ain't backin' down
And I don't give a damn
D#
about nothin' that you're rappin' out
C#m
I demand my respect,
G#m
I'm on some other shit
F#
I don't even have the trust
E
of people that I'm fuckin' with
G#m
D#
G#m
You can't tame a fuckin' gator,
it'll bite you
Out of control,
hard coder than a ice cube
C#m
Father forgive me,
G#m
my knuckles are full of blood stains
With my backs against the wall,
I don't want fame
C#m
G#m
I'd rather fight like a soldier
I ain't scared to stay
checkin' in my bedroom
D#
G#m
I ain't there,
C#m
G#m
I got a head with no screws
F#
You don't fuckin' understand
E
Who or anything?
D#
G#m
Lord, am a man, baby
Outro 1
C#m
G#m
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