Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Oh, this what we doin'? Alright (M.A.)
Verse 2
Am
I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble
Shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Nigga, we made it, made it,
they hate it, hate it
Pro professional, pure persistent,
I'm paper chasing
E
I hate complaining, I hated waiting,
Am
I'll pay for patience
But I hate to pay a bill (hate that)
And I made a mil' without a major
deal (I made that)
E
Am
Yeah, her ass fake,
but she came for real (she came, uh)
Money ain't a thing,
that ain't a thing for real
That's the broke lingo (huh)
And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this
is no Quavo (Migo)
Man, I just get high,
let my hoes lay low (ooh)
I just want some face but this
is no facial (ooh)
E
Am
Do right and kill er'body, Drake
E
Am
mode (hello)
Bitch, I'm tryna eat out,
take your plate mode (hello)
Disrespect your life and I'm
in gang mode (grrr)
You can leave this earth, bitch,
I'm in rake mode (huh)
E
Am
I'm in cake mode (huh), I'm in
E
brave mode, uh
Am
What up Marshall? I'm a martian,
I'm in Wayne mode (facts)
Neck wet, big drip,
I'm in rain mode (drip, drip, drip)
Eight niggas, eight hittas,
E
Am
take eight souls (brrr)
Collect pesos (huh), and I'm paid,
so? (Paid)
Self- made goals (hey)
When the pain leaves (huh)
Where does the pain go? (Where?)
E
Am
Tip of the Backwood is where
the flame goes (there)
To the sky is where my
E
Am
brain goes (wow)
Same pack, same fiend,
sellin' the same clothes (wow)
Pinocchio and my pistol,
they got the same nose
G#m
Me and my niggas gotta eat,
we share the same stove (what?)
F#
Am
Case closed, bodies in my lane,
bitch, lane closed
Verse 3
Am
E
Am
Game over, Thanos on you H- Os
On my petty shit but I
don't paint toes (yeah)
Get the plunger (plunger) 'cause
E
Marshall and M.A go plum crazy
Am
Call us liquid plumber,
E
Am
'cause even Dre know (Dre know)
Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox
You're gonna need three SWATs
Or police officers at least
E
to pull me off of it
Am
And I don't stop
Please dawg,
I need y'all to keep talking shit
'Cause I feed off of it
I am the complete opposite
E
of these retards
Who spit these weak bars,
I'ma leave carnage
Each thought'll be so toxic
It'll block the wind through
Am
your esophagus
Stop it, cutting off your oxygen
And I hit them pads like a boxing gym
Better watch for Slim
Better get to popping and when
E
I'm at the top again
Am
I won't topple and I'm giving
it to anyone
Who wanna come and get
it and I'm not gonna stop
But when they ask me
Is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is
I cleansed him of his mortal sins
I'm God and the Lord forgives
Even the devil worshippers
I'm moving on but you know
E
your scruples are gone
Am
When you're born with Lucifer's horns
E
Am
And you're from the school of Notorious,
E
Puba, Cube
Am
And The Poor Righteous Teachers
tutored my students
Showed them all the blueprint and formula
But it seems like the more
they studied my music
The more they remind me of eyeballs
E
I'm watching my pupils get
Am
cornier (uh)
But I'm contemplating yelling,
G#m
Am
"bombs away," on the game
Like I'm outside of an
Ariana Grande concert waiting
Verse 4
Am
Here comes Saddam Hussein,
E
Am
Ayatollah Khomeini
Where's Osama been?
E
Am
I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving,
E
Am
they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me
E
(fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
Am
E
Man, I don't see why they hate me
Am
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
E
They call me Kanye crazy
"APESHIT," Beyonce, Jay- Z
Am
And I'm back with Andre, baby
And the doctor's operating
But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop,
K.Dot to Shady
Verse 5
Am
Shady like a shadow or
your silhouette, intellect
I better check to see why
you feel upset
E
'Cause I met your bitch on the internet
Now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet
Am
That bimbo Kim put her lips
All the way around this
bone and then blow
Like a dusty cartridge from
an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you
I'm never gonna be broke again, no
I don't smoke but I got paper,
E
to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo
Am
And I keep it one comma,
zero, zero, zero, zero
Real, real, real, murder, murder,
murder, kill, kill, kill
Nickel- plated, twenty two, two, two
E
Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore
Am
I shoot you too
Ain't shit I won't do just to
get a few YouTube views
E
Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew
'Cause that's what I do, do, do
Am
But, even to the untrained human eye
E
We ain't the same, you and I
Somebody should
have explained to you why
Am
E
For you to go against me, it's simply insane,
you will die (yeah)
E
That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide,
yeah
But I know magic and here
go my last trick
I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and
pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat
I'm about to relapse and I betcha that
you won't know how to react
But a look of disgust,
I don't doubt it'd be that
As I begin to fuckin' devour the track
And you backpedal that as a cowardly act
Am
Like a Saudi attack when the
towers collapse
Verse 6
Here comes Saddam Hussein,
E
Ayatollah Khomeini
Am
Where's Osama been?
I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving,
Am
they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me
(fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
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