Tonalité : E major
Verse 1
B
I ain't just an artist,
Dm
B
I put foes under
Dm
When I hit the target, I unload thunder
B
Dm
That a turnin' on gunner
or a stone -cold fronter
B
Into the roadrunner
He outta here, shots and tears,
Dm
body wear
B
Skatin' off like he gresky
Dm
in some hockey gear
B
Bumpin' your gums to
Dm
pumpin' your tongue
I bump in the sun,
B
he'll jump out his ones
Listen, fuck where you from
Bm
or what you be come
Dm
B
A chump or a bum,
either way I'm jumpin' in funds
Dm
B
It ain't a damn thing,
Dm
you gettin' hand chained
B
I could raise more money
Dm
than a campaign
B
Watch a man rain,
Dm
cause it ain't a damn game
B
I'm buying champagne, nigga,
Dm
it's a damn shame
B
Hats rappin' bout squeezin' clips,
Dm
B
squeezin' gats
And when it lead to that
Dm
B
His feet are leadin' traps,
Dm
keep me out your measly raps
B
I stomp you out with knikes,
Dm
that's what I call a sneak attack
B
Get your sneakers taxed,
Bm
Dm
couple of your people slapped
B
Where you wanna meet me at?
Bm
Dm
I ain't with the meet and chat
B
You gon' need your straps,
same for your buddy
Dm
B
Since you came with your buddy,
Dm
you gon' label them cussy
B
I put loonies on your roof,
ain't got goonies
Dm
B
that'll shoot you for Canadian money
Dm
You better...
B
Dm
I ain't just an artist, I put foes under
B
When I hit the target,
Dm
I unload thunder
B
That'll turn a known gunner
Dm
or a stone -cold fronter
B
into the roadrunner
He outta here, shots and tears,
Dm
body wear
B
Skatin' off like he gresky in
Dm
some hockey gear
B
Bumpin' your guns,
the punk on your tongue
Dm
Now bumpin' his son,
B
he'll jump out his wounds
B
Listen, I stay round there
Dm
with Trey Pym's man
B
Dm
A clown there, he gon' see A -Round flair
B
He gon' stay there, I'm the nigga,
Dm
you gon' lay down stairs
B
When you play like a do -rag
Dm
and lay down here
B
Shake down where?
Em
Dm
The NervaLion, word to Sire
B
I'll lay you in some dirt
Dm
B
like some fertilizer
I'm a work supplier,
Dm
dealin' with some strong crack
B
Once you see the combat
B
That's how they on track
Dm
Runnin' to his mom's shack
B
Pullin' signs of condacts,
Dm
put it on his bald cap
B
Dm
But it fall back, playin' with me homes
B
On his block, I look like
Dm
I got NATO on the phone
B
Lay it on your dome for playin' sick
Dm
B
Jay Slick, if you don't
believe in the God
Dm
Dm
Then you's a atheist
B
Got these haters sick,
Dm
what they even rappin' for?
B
I laugh at them and pass them off
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