Tonalité : F# minor
Verse 1
F#m
Drop, hit the floor, how bitch you roll,
how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual,
we're just bound to this if it gets you off
I heard money is the root of all evil,
C#
shit I want a mill now, give me two for the sequel
F#m
Too broke for my rent, I just smoke till I'm bent,
C#
spend cash so fast, never know where when
F#m
Headed up to right here, put an end to this nightmare,
C#
shine like a brand new white pair
F#m
Like, yeah, I ain't a player, I just fuck around
Y 'all can't touch the crown,
C#
head you duckin' down, shit is underground
F#m
Stop, say my name, motherfuckers wanna play,
F#m
It's the night, the one who holds light,
push
Fahrenheit
Got chains with no ice,
F#m
When I pop, hittin' the floor
Bangin' in the club,
F#m
You get the chop, I spit the roar
Pack a barrel of your dangerous
C#
bombs and blow them on tour
F#m
Folks, not, out the frame
Take the whole board out like
F#m
I know kings crush pawns,
all kings bring storms
C#
Swords swing, slash man score
F#m
I'm in the alley with niggas
ready to rally
Steady with the chatty,
C#
flattin' on a wall with a fatty
F#m
Real niggas up, hoes stay down
Rookie from the back rolls up,
expose the side
Drop, hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual
Or just bounce to this if it gets you off
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual how we spit the roll
Drop
That's a ritual
Or just bounce to this if it gets you off
Up
Now you in a gangster lean
Anxious to get the crane
Slice your face up like
Q -Blink
What you think?
But you pink
Drop
F#m
Put your face on the floor
Your face has performed
C#
For you it was like facing the
Lord
Stop, look, and listen
If you curse the n -word
I don't put
Cause that's so wrong
I'm like
F#
Omar
And I'm
F#m
Who's saying we ain't pure enough
Rule it up
Tattooed swords, the
In the law we trust
God in us
God got us in him
When the sun goes down
F#m
There'll be no more shine
Like a rusty link
Must be there forever
Hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the wrong drop
That's the ritual
We'll just bounce to this if it gets you off
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the wrong drop
That's the ritual
F#
F#m
We'll just bounce to this if it gets you off
My heavy downpour for sure
will rinse the game
C#
Got you playin' for a kinstom, come
we're takin' hits, we split the pain
C#
Prohibit your shit if your script is plain
Stop reaching,
F#m
preach from the altar on the weekends
Like a preacher,
C#
so pay attention when I'm speaking
F#m
On tracks, we set the course for
all weaklings
C#
Metaphorically speaking, you ain't shit
F#m
We rhyme like outta your eyesight
You're listening, we rhyme back
F#
C#
Tryna define that,
F#m
my business is on some other
See eye to eye, it ain't likely to happen
C#
Pick up a mic and see what happens
never said this before
F#m
Pound here, pound there,
F#m
Hold my drink, this tune banging
C#
Let's tango, nod your head to a triple
X -sample
Simon says, y 'all know what time it is
Fuck it, last fan dancing
F#
This ain't no boy group, just
F#m
F#
Club banger, with a rough edge to it
F#
C#
that'll touch heads
F#m
Stupid, do the math, add this,
subtract that
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