Tonalité : C# minor•
Intro 1
F#m
A
C#m
B
F#m
A
C#m
A
B
A
Verse 1
Pull up knockin' my own shit
Cup of drank and a Reese's
Pieces on fuck with leases
B
A
If I'm behind the wheel, I own it
Bad bitch and she gotta
be sittin' on Gromit
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
If you ain't talkin' about no money,
B
A
get the fuck off my phone, yeah
Jacket run up on me,
F#m
I'ma blow your door, yeah
A
Even though I got a C on my back,
on my car, got a B on his back
B
But we still get along, yeah
A
I always look like,
please leave me the fuck alone, yeah
Niggas inside, they want a picture,
but really be tryin' to get you
Fuckin' with me, I bet they gon'
B
be dead before the song, yeah
A
I started this singin' and rappin' shit
way back in 96
B
Just me and Bone Thugs and Harmony and Condite Cash,
A
who else that is?
Nineteen years later,
still runnin' under
Rappalon, rappers know I'm runnin' now
So many haters in my way every day
Every time I get an opportunity,
B
A
they jump in front of that
Hold my Bentley, I had to get another one
If I don't do no shows,
I'm gonna suffer some
These managers always be trippin'
I'ma do it myself, whoop,
tryna find another one
I see smilin' faces,
but behind smilin' faces,
they be so evil
So when you see me out in public,
don't run up on me, homie
B
F#m
Fuck you and fuck your people
A
F#m
Legendary is my middle name
B
F#m
The realest ever is my boulevard
A
F#m
I can't do nothin' with no pocket change
A
B
A
F#m
I fear no man, I only fear my Lord
A
This one for my real G,
throwin' up your hood
C#m
A
B
This one for my real diamonds,
F#m
up against the world
A
This one for my real G,
comin' out lookin'
C#m
A
I'm
B
and this one for my real G
A
I'm way too real for them
and that's why they can't feel me
Always ready to give up the rap game
and pick up a kilo of cocaine
B
I don't think y really hear me
A
If you a weak -ass nigga,
don't bring none of that down near me
I'm the motherfuckin' man around here,
you don't need no glasses
B
You don't even need a shot of vizine
A
to see it clearly
I know you don't wanna
see me livin' sweat
Mad down a motherfucker
cause I'm havin' a ball
B
You wanna see me in a livin' head
A
This lil' nigga named Sam, think he live
Put his bitch ass in the hospital,
B
he won't survive like me
A
They say they love God,
they really love Satan
Yeah, they sold they soul,
F#m
A
guess they got tired of waitin'
Just cause you ain't shinin'
right now
B
don't mean you ain't gon' never shine
All you had to do was keep on prayin'
A
Hands so tight, boy,
you oughta be ashamed
Lookin' like a man with
the legs of a great dame
No swimsuit model, ass nigga, you a lame
B
You a bitch in my book,
A
I'ma call you James Harder
than a motherfucker on
your album cover, huh?
Get your ass in real life
and you ain't fuckin' with the brothers,
A
That's why I bought your
ass a Chevrolet
F#m
A
While I've been corners in that
Bentley coupe like every day
B
A
Broke the Van Drive
They put a hit on me
B
A
But I don't really give a shit, homie
I got more than just that four -fifth on me
B
And I'm knockin' all y 'all haters
A
F#m
down like Domino's
A
F#m
Legendary is my middle name
B
F#m
The realest ever is my boulevard
A
I can't do nothin' with
F#m
A
no pocket change
B
A
F#m
I fear no man, I only fear my Lord
A
This one for my real G's
Throwin' up your hood
C#m
A
B
This one for my real G's
F#m
Diamonds up against the wood
A
This one for my real G's
C#m
Call me not lookin' good
A
And this one for my real G's
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsF#m A C#m B
F#m
A
C#m
B
Capo: 4
Transposer: 0
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