Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
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Abm
Gbm
Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
Ebm
It's awesome, baby!
Abm
Ebm
Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Abm
Ebm
yeah
Abm
Ebm
Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
Abm
When sketchin' a blue ink
Ebm
I hop out the whip
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
Abm
Glisten with a stack of kicks
Gbm
And to ask the martin
Abm
You ain't even been to ask the place
Ebm
Yes sir, I tote mag
Abm
Sucks in my smoke bag
Ebm
Vexed if I don't brag,
Abm
fresh with the Colts tag
Ebm
You rappers are wack,
Abm
that's a mess in your notepad
Ebm
Your wordplay is small,
Abm
go step up your vocab
Ebm
My old man and grown man,
Abm
you all need to hold hands
Ebm
Any beat creep,
Abm
I'm turnin' into Conan
Ebm
Grown man, bro ham,
Abm
you should watch the pro jam
Gbm
Even through a sunblock,
Abm
I done sold ten
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Abm
Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
Gbm
Abm
Ebm
It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
Abm
please, I, listen, I'm a beast, watch
Gbm
Stackin' my ammunition,
Gb
Abm
Ebm
now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
Abm
it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
Gbm
Abm
Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
Ebm
pardon, I'm that fire
Abm
How these niggas jackin' me,
Gb
Gbm
Abm
I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
Ebm
You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
Abm
You need years in for you
Ebm
Abm
to even do what I do
Ebm
Man, you probably was the
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
Eb
Ebm
Eb
but kept getting high,
Abm
losing the pack
Eb
Ebm
Eb
Scrat list, that ain't moving,
Ebm
you stacked,
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Ebm
I had nights looking like a cat fight
Abm
High maneuver with scratch, so please
Ebm
Abm
I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
Abm
Gbm
Gb
Abm
Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
Ebm
I breeze past your strip quick,
Abm
Ebm
breathe in that pith prick
Abm
Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
Ebm
My C's are ridiculous,
Eb
sickest, sickness
Ebm
You witness a fair,
your career is a gimmick
Eb
Ebm
Get the player dumping,
Eb
who in here frontin'
Gb
See a lot of lips moving,
Abm
still I don't hear nothin'
Ebm
We got bigger arms,
bigger clips, get along
Gb
We don't have to get along,
Abm
homie, we can get it on
Ebm
Get the player dumping,
who in here frontin'
Gb
See a lot of lips moving,
Abm
Ebm
still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
Ebm
homie, we can get it on
You
Gb
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsGbm Abm Ebm Gb Eb
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