Tonalité : G# minor
Intro 1
Cm
Ab
Bb
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Bb
Ab
Bb
Verse 1
Cm
I gotta make it,
Ab
the shit is in my blood
Bb
The Congress couldn't cage
Gm
his middle finger so the judge
Cm
I'm rotting on this paper,
Ab
trying to kill him with the buzz
Bb
So I'm rotting on this hatin',
Gm
so I'm sitting up above
Cm
Cuz I gotta make it,
Ab
this shit is in my blood
Bb
The coppers come in cages,
Gm
metal fingers to the judge
Cm
I'm rotting on this paper,
Ab
trying to kill him with the buzz
Bb
So I'm rotting on this hatin',
Gm
so I'm sitting up above
Cm
Ab
Cuz I had to flip a few
to get us through
Bb
Prick, it's true in principle
Gm
when you can't do the rent
And your rent is due,
Cm
Ab
forget a interview, verse,
song, interlude
Bb
Listen, Buddhist niggas
Gm
who these hustlers trying to ridicule?
Cm
I've been invincible,
Ab
doing what they intend to do
Bb
Gm
A lyrical miracle, little nigga,
Cm
you sick as who?
Ab
Who is better, not a veteran alive?
Bb
Can't match up what I'm measuring,
Gm
I'm heavenly supplied
Cm
I'm peddling some medicine
Ab
to ratting up your eyes
Bb
You wouldn't play corners
Gm
on an elevator ride
Cm
I can tell you ain't as wise,
Ab
Bb
the hustler is global, you're local
Gm
And only thing you're doublin'
Cm
is bothers, I told you
Ab
The soldier is sick and the
blow that I'm spittin'
Bb
Gm
HD vision is written,
your flow need prescriptions
Cm
Listen, I'm a pro,
Ab
that's destined to blow
Bb
Batter up your dough,
Gm
I'm nicer than whoever you know
Cm
Writer, I gotta make it,
Ab
this shit is in my blood
Bb
Encompass concages,
Gm
metal fingers set a judge
Cm
Fuck em!
Plotting on his paper,
Ab
trying to kill him with the buzz
Bb
So I'm riding on his haters,
Gm
so I'm setting up the bomb
Cm
Ab
Cause I gotta make it, make it
Bb
The shit is in my blood, blood
The coppers cutting cages,
Gm
middle fingers to the judge
Fuck em!
Cm
Plotting on his paper,
Ab
trying to kill him with the buzz
Bb
So I'm riding on his haters,
Gm
so I'm setting up the bomb
Cm
Cause...
Ab
Okay, A .R.
Bb
I see you really came to kill nig gas
on this one right here
Gm
When these niggas gonna learn?
Cm
When they gon' see,
Ab
Bb
they can't fuck with my n***a
Gm
The writer of writers,
Cm
J .R. motherfuckin' writer
Ab
Yeah, n***a, Dipset
Bb
Bb
You heard the man,
Gm
Cm
three albums lined up
Ab
Bb
Now n****s better catch up
Gm
It's Dipset
Cm
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