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