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