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