Tonalité : B minor
Intro 1
Am
Verse 1
Am
I'm workin' on a strategy
You know my wave,
I be surfin' on this Cali tree
They lookin' at me strange,
sayin' Lord done changed
E
Now I'm different,
I can bounce back from a loss
Am
Went from hoppin' on a train
to catchin' flights like a boss
Raise your glass in the air,
this as real as it gets
Give a toast to the dead
that continue to sit
You a item on the menu,
I broke iron to the venue
Think you shitty, litty to the lordy,
E
fire up the pencil
Am
My bars flow with less effort
than a text message
Dummy, the wait is over
when you hear my next record
Haters tryna pop shit,
but I'm just goin' festive
Retired by a gunshot out
in West Texas
Levitate, when I'm coughin'
E
Am
off that wedding cake
I'm gettin' money you
could never make
G
Dm
Cross the fleet, you better wait
You'll get shot for a felony
Am
Out when the birds chirping,
fags still lurking
Wordplay ill, thought your
boy was still working
I'm just providing this vibe
Salute to the real,
all the suckers could die
Out when the birds chirping,
fags still lurking
Wordplay ill, thought your
boy was still working
I'm just providing this vibe
C
Dm
Sa lute to the real,
all the suckers could die
Am
It's a three -piece fried
with a biscuit on the side
My music's switchin' lives,
I'm gettin' litter off my vibe
State after state, tour bus, sorta sprinter
That raw stuff that's in us
Bb
is too pure for beginners
Dm
Am
My bars give adrenaline the rush,
who iller than us?
Dropped so quick,
his hentai still in his cup
Yeah, no days off fleek, aka fuck sleep
A nigga eight plus weekends
and my apes just eatin'
Up north, get a nigga face -touch decent
And you know it's fucked well,
cause I hate all preachers
Thought I won it out,
but it got greater Lord talking to me
while I just shoot past haters
Few ups and downs,
we done blew up the town
Went 7 out of 7,
now my crew want the crown
Lord, yeah We went 7 out of 7,
now my crew want the crown
Out when the birds chirping,
fans still lurking
Wordplay ill,
thought your boy was still working
I'm just providin' this vibe
Salute to the real,
all the suckas can die
When the merch shirt and
fag still work
Wordplay ill,
thought your boy was still workin'
I'm just providin' this vibe
C
Dm
Sa lute to the real,
Am
all the suckas can die
Providin' this vibe
Dm
All the suckas can die
Am
You
Outro 1
Dm
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