Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
C
Em
Uh, 1 -2, bring my levels up,
they gotta hear me, yeah,
C
live from Harlem world, Zeus, uh,
Niggas try to stick with me,
but they been getting crossed
Em
You better check my history
like you was insecure
C
Spitting fuckery,
but claim that you be getting off
Em
How could you fuck with me,
C
your tape be getting menopaused
I should G -Mac,
but I'm plotting where you be at
Em
I'll park you anywhere,
like I'm riding in a Fiat A
Fiat, nigga, relax,
C
you bout to make me relapse
Em
Karrueche with the body pic,
C
nobody wanna see that
Em
C
All my tracks is a classic,
I don't clash with these rappers
Em
All that trash you performin',
y 'all don't match up with Cassius
C
I have you staggering backwards,
then it's ashes to ashes
Em
Hope you got the ways
that if I ever catch you in traffic
C
Nigga, fact is I'm fresher,
and you's a passive aggressor
Em
Pickin' who you on friction with,
more like static selector
Me, I spaz on whoever,
C
what's a pimp to Neutrogena?
Em
I'm dead cold with it,
D
Kanika Jenkins in the freezer
C
I'm clinically crazy,
y can't lyrically fade me
Em
Casey Anthony,
can't you see how I'm killin' them, baby?
C
This is bigger than KG,
who can get with me lately?
Em
I try to picture that shit,
and then the picture get grainy
C
Maybe you niggas just lazy,
or your lyrics fugazi
Em
If you claim that I'm bitin',
you must be livin' with rabies
C
How you think that you made me?
Em
C
Man, you frauds need to get in tune
Em
My studio is me
and Duke the God in the living room
Mean, I was 18,
Marvin with the A -team Lines,
G
Em
you can never fade, I ain't usin' Beijing
C
Em
Ain't nobody feelin' you,
y 'all ain't with the game fiend
C
G
I had most of the city blue
Em
when I was in them state greens
I'm God chosen, bars golden,
y 'all foldin'
G
Em
I studied under Lamont Coleman,
C
Em
heart frozen
Big L is where the heaven
got its flowin' from
G
Em
They say that I be losin' it,
C
Yeezy ain't the only one,
beyond raw, want war,
Em
get an encore DNA all over the place,
Kendrick Lamar tour
C
Yeah, this is hardcore,
who said they playin' hardball
Em
I cook up so much hard,
I'm bout to send some
shit to Rob Ford
C
Please believe,
I'm killin' them with ease
Em
Your girl don't want for nothin'
cause I give her what she need
C
Huh, nigga please,
that bitch don't get to breathe
She be on her knees
Em
so much
C
Em
they bout to kick her out the league
C
Ha! Shit is simple,
how I dip through these instrumentals
Em
But tell me how you got the title
when you in a rental
C
I see them skits you into,
keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel
Em
I put the stiff on your mental,
welcome to 50 Central
C
It's a fact, I lose friends when I rap
Em
Fuck a la bel, I'm independent,
I want everything back
Not to mention I'm crackin'
C
Em
so much of a rap god
You niggas is whack,
C
I should mumble my last bar Zeus
Em
C
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
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