Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Em
Huh, yeah, yeah
Am
Dm
Show niggas seen him on beat
My nigga balanced bout the cumlation
Em
Am
What? Next to
Em
hell when nigga bail DE
G
Em
Spit with cats that flow PE
But never fell sleep
Am
Like Lynch
F
Em
I always smell my meaty
F
Em
F
Em
100 % grade ABE
First time out nigga
I fucked the whole fleet
I'm the reason why yo dick roll 3DE
Every second some new nigga pagin' me
Am
Em
Shit I'm chillin' with DE
F
Em
Where planet zero is we eat
Am
Em
C
Up in Oakland with Glock
9's bus we eat
Em
F
Am
Even when alone,
Em
split bone easy in an easy
-easy chicken
Once you a star,
it's even easier to get
Am
your knees leaked
Em
Am
Believe it, like ass ain't the bottom
F
Am
Em
Like them snakes in the middle
of the big gap, we ain't ridin'
F
Think we forgotten?
Em
Locks act like L .A. ain't plottin'
Wear any color you want,
slip up in red dot em'
F
C
F
Talkin' shit about Cali as Gotham
C
Em
Like spittin' on Arabia in front
of the eyes inside em'
Nigga, we got em'
Am
Em
Fuck they're forgotten
for losin' the draw
Ain't them shells in Mach 10,
so they quicker to fall
Am
Em
Am
Fuck a brawl,
Em
F
niggas is good for nothin'
Am
F
But early death, heart attacks,
Em
stressin' a whole lot
I'm fuckin', damn,
C
Em
you ain't seein' nothin'
Am
When the bass hit, voice hit, face it
Em
Balance, lay shit with
provocative words
Am
F
Slurred like Waka, nigga, face it
You can hear every curve,
Em
hear every word
See how heavy it get? Disturbed
Am
That's my bitch,
Em
I done fucked four plates
Just to fuck every third minute
I'm in it, tented in a car that's rented
Am
F
Six seconds ago, I didn't
Em
Hit it like David Justice a minute
Nah, I hit it like Calibari a minute
Am
Em
I never gave a spit about
what shit meant
Rhyme better than 80 % of these emcees
Am
The other 20 got better equipment
C
Em
So I keep my shit mint
F
Em
like a new form
Style so hot I was in birth,
Am
I was burned a newborn
Em
With a devilish pair of eyes
and blue horns
While your rhymes in the dimes,
Am
my lines rip through the
thighs of new whores
Em
Am
F
Shit, I do tours like wars
Am
Em
Fight, fuck, kill, return home
F
to my wife and the cold pores
Em
I'm the reason why hip -hoppers
return with their pants tore
Backpack full of basement rap,
but not anymore
Am
F
Got Cali niggas marching to
C
the nearest record store
Em
Like a local con man,
Am
give me now and I'll be back with more
Em
I imagine that right now
Am
you're feeling a bit like
F
Em
C
Em
Alice
Am
I can see it in your eyes.
F
Dm
You have the look of a man
Em
who accepts what he sees
F
Em
because he is expecting to wake up.
Ironically,
Am
F
this is not far from the truth.
Em
Do you believe in fate?
F
Em
No. Why not? Because
I don't like the idea
Am
F
Am
that I'm not in control of my life.
Em
F
Em
Am
F
Em
F
Em
Am
She's a food dog,
you really got some issues dog,
crazy mother fucker dog,
he's entertaining for real.
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