Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
Em
C
D
C
Lemme tell y'all
a 'lil story about myself
Em
This right here is a true story,
C
check it out though
Verse 2
C
Em
Ulcers hurt my salary,
C
alter my personality
Give it to you real,
Em
I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude,
arrogant, cocky rude
C
Eatin' off papi food,
G
C
used to be a stocky dude
Em
Weighed two twenty,
Verse 3
Em
C
Em
wit two honies, I move monie
C
G
C
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
G
I become berserk,
Em
it was no fun to work
G
D
C
Everyday my stomach hurt,
rippin' off my undershirt
Verse 4
C
Em
The pain was no comparison,
C
Em
stomach started cherishin'
C
Em
Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it,
it was embarrassin'
Regurgitatin', green,
yellow, burgundy, boom
C
But came my urgency soon,
Verse 5
the emergency room
Em
In there, no salvage,
treated like a cold savage
C
They said pimpin' symptoms,
huh, a dope addicts
There you have it,
D
but they ain't find no heroin
Em
C
Coke, crack, dope, just weed,
but that's my medicine
Verse 6
C
My baby mama, mama and my grandma
Em
D
Say that I'm too gordy,
C
word to my blue maurys
Em
This is a true story
C
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
D
uh oh, here it come again
Verse 7
D
Em
Never mind stuntin', dime puffin,
G
Em
doc spent his time frontin'
C
Em
C
He like a bad detective,
Em
C
he ain't find nuttin'
Em
Besides that though,
G
I can't enjoy a movie, dinner
Em
My son growin' up,
C
I'm lookin' like the movie thinner
Verse 8
C
I'm thinkin' suicide,
Em
do or die, sit and cry
C
What hurt my baby moms
askin' if I'm gettin' high
G
C
D
She gonna play me a thug,
C
D
I told the lady I love
C
If it ain't hustlin' ma,
D
C
please don't relate me to drugs
Verse 9
D
C
Em
C
I'm loosin' weight though,
Em
everyday pounds and muscles
C
G
Gotta get off my ass,
C
G
hit some towns and hustle
C
Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you know
I was too sick to do shows,
but still equipped to move O's
Verse 10
C
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
Em
If I can shoot, I turn around,
I'm off my pivot
C
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again,
G
C
it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again
Am
My baby
Verse 11
C
mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
G
C
D
Thought that it went away, uh,
oh, here it come again
C
Ay, yo, god
Verse 12
body, I'm hard bodied,
Em
C
G
word mommy, vanishin'
C
G
C
Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
Em
C
G
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
C
For me, that's a odd place,
G
C
I'm only here by God's grace
Verse 13
Em
Like a lab rat, them
C
tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan,
sonogram
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be
stressed
Verse 14
C
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
G
And that's irritable bowel child,
C
I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all,
G
so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
C
G
C
Get it, get it, get it, get it?
Verse 15
C
My baby mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
D
C
word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
D
uh oh, here it come again
C
My baby
Verse 16
mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
C
word to my blue maurys
Em
C
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
Outro 1
uh oh, here it come again
C
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