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