Tonalité : Bb minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I step in, you fall back,
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recall that I can't end this
game with a fever
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I wake up, you shake up,
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that shit so tectonic, I call that a seizure
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My neck steady dancin' like Reezy,
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so we be on ice like Saria
Thank God Almighty,
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I'm Ivy League status,
the world know they need us
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Uh, homie said I need a little practice,
poppin' off like champion bottles
Windows tinted cause we active,
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niggas mobbin' in the streets
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We stayin' different to the manners,
got the reefer in rotation,
open on a different axis
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These days, I ain't got no time
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to be fuckin' with you, I'm in my bag
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Sayonara to the ones that doubted,
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now I thank you for the times we had
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I've been in my bag since so nine,
oh my God,
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forgot to ground them all on one
Load another clip,
the verbal pistol whippin' over
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like it's gone but ain't never done
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If it ain't about some money,
don't you call my phone,
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cause I ain't pickin' up
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I just want blue faces
keepin' basic all my life,
you should know I ain't never run
I've been in my bag since so nine,
oh my God,
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forgot to ground them all on one
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Load another clip,
the verbal pistol whippin' over
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like it's gone but ain't never done
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Uh, this that God flow
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Flyin' high like it's Narcos,
this that Pablo
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Feelin' like I got demons
keepin' my thoughts low
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Feelin' like I'm invincible
like I'm Clark, though
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The feelin' of Kingsman,
the feelin' of royal blood
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The feelin' that frees men
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and brings them to God above
The answer is all above, follow us
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This braggadocio that I can't even keep bottled up,
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uh Xandon LeVon Ailey West Coast
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I've been in my bags since so nine,
oh my God,
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forgot to ground them all on one
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Load another clip,
the verbal pistol whippin' over
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like it's gone, but ain't never done
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If it ain't about some money,
don't you call my phone,
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cause I ain't pickin' up
I just want blue faces,
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keep it basic all my life,
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you should know I ain't never
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run
Am
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A better win with no leverage
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Ran from death but we never hit
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Life's a mess, keep me separate
Dm
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From your misleading rhetoric
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Stop wasting my time
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You'll find my mind's
fighting pressure
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It's me, it's you
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It's true that everything you knew in life
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You change whips, you change blues,
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this new age seems to fuck
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with everybody else but you
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You let that sink and then you rise,
and all that shit was old news
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And New York Times got nothing on me,
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the world bout to know the truth
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I let these stanzas tell they stories,
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no quid pro like you own me
Bdim
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Reckon I am legend,
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my will steady pops like
a smith and wesson
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No one above me but God,
the one and only
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My flaws can never own me, my wrongs,
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I flip them slowly, fraction
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I'm keepin' steady
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regardless of shit that happens
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Cause it's been an infinite war
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with pistols and stone snatchers
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