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