Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
C
Em
C
Em
C
There's a lot goin' on,
Em
but this the dynasty
C
Verse 2
G#m
Em
C
The crazy man's keepin'
Em
me up, I'm not sleepin'
C
Em
My fit too fresh to be doin'
the housekeepin'
C
The maids cost too much,
Em
started cleanin' my own closet
Livin' childhood fantasies,
dealin' with grown problems
C
Got a brand new bae, she keep
Em
me good like the music
B
If the Roc is here,
Am
Em
throw up your diamonds and hood cubics
C
No I.D. said it's time to take these
G#m
Em
goofy niggas out rap
B
Drop bombs over Baghdad
Am
Em
on these SoundCloud outcasts
I stray away to say the way my days
would be without rap
My mind drifts to back before the Chi
was labelled Chiraq
Then Chief Keef dropped in
2012, now it's a drill
I was waitin' in the wing like
a bird on a windowsill
C
Now I'm the fresh prince,
G#m
Em
I think I know how my uncle feel
B
Am
He sent this dope shit to my vein
Em
s like fiends on any deal
C
After we build on existing structures,
G#m
shift the culture
B
Am
Like George Bush searchin' for weapons
Em
of mass destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But
this ain't the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal family
like Della Reese
SAVEMONEY the new dynasty
like Death Row in '93
The same year my mother's
water broke on 57th St
C
Mama Mensah knew she raised a
G#m
B
very special man
Am
Young Muhammad in the ring
G#m
Em
with the power in my hands
C
To defy the federation
G#m
Em
like Ali in Vietnam
B
Am
G#m
The Roc is still alive, throw your diamonds up
Em
again
Interlude 1
C
G#m
Em
Am
Em
C
B
C
Verse 3
Em
Yeah, I carry the Roc like a runnin' back,
hundred miles and runnin' back
Hov the president,
he flyin' private in Obama's jet
Vic the young hitta, I want it with any nigga
My problems' deeper than rap,
ain't a problem to bury niggas
C
Cemetery diggers will be ready
for your favorite rapper
B
Catch him stompin' in my yard,
I step up like a Beta Kappa
Em
I am nothin' like these actors,
they're only on camera
I hit 'em in the head like
Holly Holm hit Ronda
And my home is Rwanda, blood
diamonds and minors
High school students with guns
hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a clear bookbag and
wear a hood pass
Hit you from the blindside, that's
a no look pass
C
Rookie season, Steve Nash,
they are just my sons
B
Catchin' alley oops,
catch 'em in the alley, oops
Em
I heard a certain who's who
mad that I like the danger
Get your priorities straight like
Hermione Granger
Sixteen in the magazine and
one in the chamber
Sneak it in the club, that's a club banger
This is not a diss song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that your management
can't manage my anger
C
Violence is not the answer but, lord,
they done brought it to me
B
You gon' see a side of me,
the South Side taught it to me
Em
They gon' think I'm
Akeem when I pull up and pull
A semi Uzi, auto,
fully out the robber yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody,
Motown Berry Gordy
With the shits, levatory, tell a nurse,
purgatory
Minimums is mandatory,
crack sentencin'
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury,
just another classic story
C
I know there's no master for me,
B
I don't even buy chains
I don't rock diamonds,
I just need the Roc chain
Em
I don't get high no more,
I go high octane
They should call the rap game my name,
this is my game, Vic!
Verse 4
To the police
Em
You can not
You will not
Kill me
If you want justice, make some noise
Let's go
16 shots
Em
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