Tonalité : D minor•
Intro 1
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Gm
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Verse 1
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I'm finna do it gigantic,
just like I planned it
But you a producer though,
I gotta showcase my rap antics
Cause fools think I'm hollow inside,
but I wallow in pride
And I shine like a halogen light
Fool, I spit like camels on fake MCs
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Dm
You can't scrape the enamel off a real OG
I play for keeps,
protected by the WAP and the whip
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Dm
And if I can't get to that,
I got the Glock on the hip
From the Midwest to Cali,
niggas doin' they shit
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Dm
But every state and every city
got they truths and they tricks
But I don't think none of y 'all
wanna be foolin' with this
E
Cause when we heated,
Dm
air condition couldn't cool the clip
I roll like reel to reel,
I'm hard like steel with the stocking cap,
Nike headband and gold grill
Off the cliff, street game flows
You know what's up,
I'm dedicated to this
Like Pope holds the doughnuts
You can say you're sold up,
being wise, do it big
All you fraudulent rappers
Gm
sound like little kid s
Dm
Ain't no hatin' on my part,
just fakin' on yours
It's like you on the ball court,
but you can't even score
Little whore,
I'm blowin' up the spot
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Dm
Thought I wasn't, LMC's like me
Come a dime a dozen,
steady bustin' on you haters
Like Kobe did the Blazers,
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Dm
I'm comin' with this shit
You feelin' what I spit?
Well, if not, bottom line, uh
Bringin' pain to you
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motherfuckin' niggas
I'm exposed to the game,
this is deadly terrain
Test a nigga if you want,
A
Dm
and get your heart caved in
When I eat you up for lunch,
is you a punk or a G?
Come as hard as you can,
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I know your shit's generic
Dm
My style is name -brand,
I'm a made man
When it comes to music and hits,
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me and Wyze
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The spies, we gon' talent this shit
You can't front on real MCs
Gm
Dm
We come sick, and y 'all come weak
You can't front on real MCs
Gm
Dm
We come sick and y 'all come weak
From all five boroughs to
every ward in the south
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Dm
I'ma blaze the mic and fuck
every whore in the house
My heart, I'm pouring it out,
ignoring the clout
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Dm
You ain't touring or out,
selling more than a bout
50 CDs out your bag, give or take 5 %
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Dm
And real heads don't ac cept you
like Q -tips vibrant
Look, you either bent or out of your mind
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Dm
You ain't bustin', ain't no hot ones
comin' out of your nines
So while you spoutin' your rhyme,
I'm walkin' out with a dime
E
Battle you? Nah,
Dm
I got bigger mountains to climb
Bigger fish to fry, but if you wish to die
I got a squad that bring you to me
like, this the guy?
But on the flip side,
we keep it peace and split the pie
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Dm
And that's a much better op tion
than split your eye
To just smoke, drink,
whatever gets ya high
A
Work a nine -to -five,
Dm
sling whatever gets ya by
But don't ever in your life
try to get with wise
A
I'm the hottest shit
Dm
since Biggie dropped Hypnotize
We dig deep, simple chop,
never synthesize
Midwest motherfuckers keep it centralized
I used to believe the hype,
but I since realized
E
That your studio gang
Dm
sters just eventualized
Kill a hundred cats of wax,
then attempt to try
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To prove to me that
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your soldiers like Simplified
But I'm a true veteran,
been where you never been
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Dm
Bust more shots to your dome
than I truly ever can
It's a new era in hip -hop, wise and shanty
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Dm
Si mon says, get the fuck up,
like Pharoah Montri
You can't front, on real emcees
Gm
Dm
We come sick,
and y 'all come weak
You can't front, on real emcees
Gm
Dm
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Dm
We come sick, and y come weak
You can't front, on real MC's
Gm
Dm
We come sick, and y 'all come weak
You can't front, on real MC's
Gm
Dm
We come sick, and y 'all come weak
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