Tonalité : G# minor•
Intro 1
G#m
G#m
Verse 1
Yeah,
G#m
back for another one bitch, let's do it, ha,
Staten
G#m
Island stand up,
Long
Island
stand up,
G#m
Jersey, yeah,
Brick
G#m
City nigga, fuck y 'all, yo,
I start this rhyme with how
G#m
y 'all feeling this bitch, I'm fit in a spit,
got steel in my grip, but I ain't talking
I'm talkin' mikes,
niggas stealin' my shit
Then try to act like they
ain't feelin' my shit
Now if we talkin' about ones,
Russell
Simmons
I'll be talkin' in tongues,
G#m
fuck where you from
And all them niggas you brung,
punk, my clan don't
G#m
G#m
Sleep, son, I put that on each one
Be cool until the heat, cunt,
these pussies might eat some
Nigga, this is not pop music
G#m
Unless you're tryin' to pop shots to it
Why would you have that
Glock and not use it?
How could you hear this joy
and not lose it?
You're stupid, you need to shop in
Cupid to get love for this music
G#m
Diamond in the rough, like
Iodine
Find me in the cut, if not,
probably find me in the slut
If I'm
Miami or
Dutch, that means my plans
Back with the stuff,
a lot of back talking, backing it up
Now I like being a man,
I like weeding my hands I like my
G's in advance,
G#m
but y 'all don't understand
G#m
Me no lie, fake niggas that
ain't got the game right
Me no lie, y 'all killers pop
G#m
shit and can't fight
Now I like being a man,
G#m
I like weeding my hands I like my
G's in advance,
but y 'all don't understand
G#m
Me no lie, fake niggas that
ain't got the game right
Me no lie, and y 'all killers pop
shit and can't fight
Back in the zone, no backbone
G#m
He stepped on and spat on,
niggas don't last long
G#m
If I don't get your map right,
soon I'm gon' act wrong
I ain't tryna get clapped on
for making these rap songs
If you're misunderstood,
can't walk with the hood thing
To know that I've been swindled,
bamboozled, and hoodwinked
These rappers ain't like me,
the heat that there might be
More to me than some
Air
G#m
Force ones in a white tee
I'm nice,
B
G#m
Six foot four, uncooked raw,
a pocket full of straws
I'm that nigga to look for,
G#m
on paper like a bookstore
Ain't never been shook poor
I switched from
Mected
Man to
Candyman and then hooked off
Still ain't nothin' smooth, yo
Who wanna spit flows?
G#m
First learn to put the weed inside the
bag and then get dough
G#m
Drink it dope mothafucka, yo peoples and kinfolk I been dope,
anything less is an insult
Goddamn, now I like being a man,
I like weed in my hands
G#m
I like my
G's in advance,
bitch I don't understand, me no lie
G#m
Fake niggas that ain't got the game right,
me no lie
And y 'all killers pop shit and can't fight
Now I like being a man,
I like weed in my hands
G#m
I like my
G's in advance,
G#m
bitch I don't understand, me no lie
Fake niggas that ain't got the game right,
me no lie
And y 'all killers pop shit and can't fight
So obnoxious that I'm toxic,
call it diarrhea
G#m
Spit that hot shit cause I'm
hot bitch and got butterfingers
Oops I dropped
Ceylon lopsa
G#m
Take the recipe that's
been concocted
Got women just like a vehicle, topless
G#m
Look first you'll see when I'm work
Pulling paper straight out
the woodwork until I push dirt
G#m
Shit I hate to fuck up a good shirt
But dammit I'm back, I done relapsed
Shot a dose of some murder I
wrote then leaned back
G#m
I'm part ghost, part caparissa in debt
Part dirty, you and
G#m
Jizz are master killer and chef
But I'm all map,
all that killin' some complex niggas
Have yet to blow up, they noth
in' but bomb threats
New
York, y 'all, shoot and shake me,
I bleed
G#m
Yankee
I'm hot, dawg, y 'all ain't
Nathan to put it frankly
G#m
I find excuses to finally lose it,
then write exclusives
M -E like
VH1, you know, behind the music
Now I like being a man,
I like weed in my hands
G#m
I like my
G's in advance,
but y 'all don't understand
G#m
Me no lie, fake niggas that
ain't got the game right
Me no lie, y 'all killers pop
shit and can't fight
Now I like being a man,
I like weed in my hands
I like my
G's in advance,
but y 'all don't understand
G#m
Me no lie, fake niggas that
ain't got the game right
Outro 1
And yeah, I kill this pop shit and can't fight
G#m
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