Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
Em
We done came up
Am
Everybody love 'em
Em
On the regular
Verse 2
Am
Lookin' at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers
faces in all races
Em
Lost in generations before hatred
Am
See with your eyes dilated
for the sake of the Gs
Em
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race,
Am
we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Em
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black
Am
lumberjack faithfully
Em
I'm a Brooklyn nigga,
basically I grind with the grimiest
Am
Learn how to eat in the jungle
full of hyenas
Em
And vultures,
don't worry what a verse will cost ya
Am
From the young scorcher,
just remember who taught ya
Em
I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox
Am
Won't sign to no major if no wager
Em
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
Am
I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops
Em
Why settle for a office spot?
Niggas don't always make
Am
it off the block
Unless they extort rocks
or support the cops
Em
They still snitchin' let me guess,
that's your mannequin?
Am
Leave 'em shook while you're standing
and quit the shenanigans
Em
Have you panicking,
induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Am
Words are told properly,
resort top sea examinin'
Em
This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
Am
I dispose for 'em, leave fake
Verse 3
MC's in the post mortem
Em
Cause money ain't a thing
if I got it I won't spend
Am
All I got is my Pros,
I don't need no friends
Em
Feel like this glory road
is coming to an end
Am
The only soul that won't sin
Em
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Am
Make meals in hell's kitchen
with these dishes
Em
Properly delivered drop trees
Am
in my swisher
Verse 4
And bring that back to my property wit ya
Em
It ain't easy being this royal
Am
When you got this much going for you
Em
It ain't hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil
with lines that never coil
Am
Start to think pretty off new
career with this spoil
Em
The kid is that sick
so expect more coffins
Am
I'm the chosen one so you
can expect more offerings
Em
I be sonning niggas so
expect less orphans
Am
Best rapper alive hear that
Em
line used less often
Word to God I'm the best offering
Am
BMX like Hoffman,
BMF like Ross man
Em
Young boss, man,
got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
Am
From porches,
to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
Em
They said next up so I stepped up
Am
Fly like I dressed up
Em
Bitches try to hang like left nuts
Like orangutans in the west of
Am
Of the motherland,
but I've got the swank of no other man
Em
Brother man
Am
They can't understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber
band
Em
Am
Verse 5
Em
Cause money ain't a thing
if I got it I won't spend
Am
All I got is my Pros,
I don't need no friends
Em
Feel like this glory road
is coming to an end
Am
The only soul that won't sin
Em
No he won't give in
Yo this world is bone chillin'
Am
Make meals in hell's kitchen
with these dishes
Em
Properly delivered drop trees
Am
in my swisher
And bring that back to my
Em
property wit ya
Verse 6
Am
Everybody love 'em
We done came up
Em
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
Am
They don't feel the name,
Em
Am
but they say the music dope though
Em
Am
I'ma spark it off unorthodox
Outro 1
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