Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
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Em
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Em
Now just you hold on a god damn minute now! Motherfucker hold your eyes up when you're talking talking to me. Don't you
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Em
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know you're in the presence of greatness boy? Original shit. Love to do his thing. You in trouble right now motherfucker.
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One: Yes y'all
Verse 2
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the flesh and bone season
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Veteran,
yet it's just my second whole season
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Etched in stone one of
the best poets breathin'
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They don't kick over the
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respect I don't need 'em
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Em
I bring it like it never been brung man
I swing it like it never been swung
I'm second to none
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As long as I still got a breath in my lung
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Might as well find yourself
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a place to rest til I'm done
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Bm
Bless the son,
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Em
caught a sophomore curse
That mean you waitin' for me
cause you love my first
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Must have heard hunger and
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thirst up in the verse
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And now wanna bust so much that it hurts
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Plus what am I? A flash in the pan?
Em
I fizzle out and stand here,
ass in my hand
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I ain't that kind of man,
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I'm attached to my fans
Em
Bm
Every track that I smash gotta
match their demands
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I'm the first to defend you, last to the van
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I can't turntables from the wax from my man
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I shoot a star out the sky,
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land in my hand
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I'm off to the next one
catch me if you can
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Em
Amen
Verse 3
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Speaking: Not
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Em
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fuckin' around. Been watchin' you motherfuckers scurrin' around and shit.
Em
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Em
Bm
Swear to God you real. You ain't seen shit. You ain't did shit. You bout shit. Hold up.
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Two: I hear tell that I
Verse 4
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ain't your cup of tea
Em
I fuck with white rappers
and you can't fuck with me
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Bm
I sold my old pistol and
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don't run the streets
Em
Bm
And I ain't got tattoos all up my sleeves
Well
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All I can tell you is that I am what I am
Em
How could you not respect
one that stand as a man?
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Lest you never peek up out your box
You a follower
Em
Bm
I don't kiss ass and suck dick,
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I'm not popular but
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If you were real you would
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recognize me
Em
They don't make them like
motherfuckin' Ali
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No more
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I ain't here to blow my own horn
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But it takes a certain person to write
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those songs
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The biggest difference between us
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Is unlike them I don't pretend
to be no thug
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Just a city kid and know how
to throw a punch
Em
Bm
I'm no stranger to the taste
of my own blood
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Bm
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Got you chain and decide
Em
to grow nuts
That shit is Golden Girls that
ain't golden gloves
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Tell 'em Ant
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I ain't scrap no more, I'm growed up
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Too busy, no free hand to hold a grudge
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Bm
Told your ass once that
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my shit is amazin'
Em
Seen me on stage,
think it's biscuits and gravy
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I spent my young life in
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the eye of the shit
Bm
Don't hate me for any
thing I ever did
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Motherfucker!
Verse 5
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I mean come on now. Would you stand at your speaker for a minute? There's
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Em
nothing wrong with it. There's no holes here. It's you, you're hatin'.
Verse 6
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live I die, I laugh so that I don't cry
I work hard
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I bust my young ass to survive
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Ain't no rap video this is real
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ass life!
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Outro 1
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