Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
E
Em
C
Yeah, yeah,
Am
it's Young Thrive and this motherfucker
E
All by myself,
Em
C
E
I don't need no fuckin' feature
Am
C
Sick and tired of these bitch -ass rappers
Am
That make up more stories
E
than the newspaper
Em
C
Time to set the record straight
E
Yeah, I'm a dead man walkin',
Em
everybody killa
C
Don't got no friends,
E
only trust my non -killer
And everyone around me,
Em
label them associates
C
Fuck no, you can't hit my blunt,
I'm smokin' this
E
Em
Rip aside, I was raised since the 80s
C
Was an only child,
E
mama had no other ba bies
Never had a father figure
Am
C
I was taggin' along with OGs,
some convicted killers
E
Never been afraid of no one,
Am
especially these rappers
C
They love to talk
Am
but never pop it off like firecrackers
E
Creatin' rumors,
Am
they gossipin' like bitches
C
Openin' they mouth like hoes,
liftin' up they dresses
E
Swear to God,
Am
wish them pussies come and try me
C
Then I'll get the hospital
and piss inside they IV
E
They know who they are
Am
and only calling out names
C
They want attention like
D
a female with long legs
E
Young, but I've been the sickest
Em
and don't take meds
C
I keep getting sicker laying
Am
in your hoe's bed
E
What you wanna do?
Am
I'll get up and follow you
C
We could fight or I could let these
hollows spit and gobble you
E
This a warning, they could take it
Am
C
how they wanna take it
Block my path and I guarantee
E
they'll never make it
Ask around, boy,
Am
they'll tell you I'm a maniac
C
And can't stand people
D
cause they don't know how to act
E
All around me, still they never tell me
C
Eaug
Smile in my face when I'm gone,
Am
talk about me
E
So many rappers got
something to prove
Am
C
We could gang bang or rap,
either way you lose
E
All around me, still they never tell me
Eaug
C
Smile in my face when I'm gone,
Am
talk about me
E
Em
So many rappers got something to prove
C
We could gang bang or rap,
either way you lose
E
I'm a man of my word,
Am
so never come and doubt me
C
Fuck all the ones that talk and know
Am
nothing about me
E
Am
Cause I ain't quiet and I tell it how I see it
C
All them dudes are faggots
that need to get deleted
E
It's Young Thug,
Em
homie catch me mobbin' anywhere
C
Rippin' to my pistol
like you sissies grip your teddy bear
E
Em
Fuck people cause they never stay loy al
C
Always keep an eye out
cause your friendship might spoil
E
I go hard,
Am
so consider me unstoppable
C
Chicano rap king,
Am
take my title, that's impossible
E
A few busters keep fucking
Am
with my pa tience
C
Writing diss songs,
chilling in a safe location
E
Keep it real, whip it's beef,
Am
here's a quick flash
Em
No more fighting
C
like in middle school
Am
next to gym class
E
Bring your homies,
Em
Am
I'll be reaching for the kardash
C
All you hear is bang,
got you losing weight like Slim Fass
E
I got two strikes,
Em
don't send me on a murder spree
C
Cause I get the shit done
Am
and do it so incredibly
E
Young Thug,
Em
I'm this rap game's chosen
C
Latin's number one
with that top spot frozen
E
All around me, still they never tell me
C
Eaug
Smile in my face when I'm gone,
Am
talk about me
E
Am
So many rappers got something to prove
C
We could gang bang or rap,
either way you lose
E
All around me, still they never tell me
C
Eaug
Smile in my face when I'm gone,
Am
talk about me
E
Em
So many rappers got something to prove
C
We could gang bang or rap,
Outro 1
either way you lose
E
Am
C
E
C
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