Tonalité : G# minor•
Verse 1
E
D#m
G#m
Hey,
D#m
G#m
E
to the college kids no scholarships
Starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases
filling up your dresser
D#m
Enjoy it while you got it, after
that it's God bless ya
G#m
B
Life is your professor,
F#
G#m
know that bitch is gon' test ya
E
I got some shit I'd like
to get off my chest
I spill out my soul,
D#m
I spit out my stress
G#m
And can I spit out my stress?
It's the feeling in the air you bout
E
to drop a real classic
He said Cole, "A lil' birdy told me on the low
D#m
you got an Illmatic"
Nobody touching Nas nigga
it's more like Villematic
These Fayettenam tales be paying off well
E
What story is my audio
theater gon' tell
I know my debut will ship,
D#m
but is it gon' sell?
I guess it's in God's hands
G#m
D#m
I make the type of pieces that make
G#m
Jesus say God dam n
E
That's for your non- believers
I'm the truth only time will teach ya
And fuck the haters probably never
D#m
love they mommas neither
Old bitter- ass sit around
G#m
in middle class homes
F#
With com puters on hating
D#m
on the newest song
E
While you was browsing I was taking
out them student loans
Trying to do this shit better than
D#m
the niggas we grew up on
Name a fucking song I ain't threw up on
G#m
Talk is cheap,
B
D#m
its like y'all grew up in a Jewish home
E
Pardon the stereotype
But y'all giving me mixed feelings like
I married a white woman
D#m
One minute I'm overrated,
next minute I'm the savior
You hate it before you played it,
I already forgave ya
E
For bullshitting and that nigga Cole
spitting that real
Wrote this line on a plane got flown
straight from the Ville
D#m
To Miami, where the same time last year
G#m
I was broker than you,
D#m
F#
I just wanna make that clear
G#m
E
'Cause now I'm dealing with money
I've never seen before
And R&B bitches want me, that
was just dreams before
D#m
Now do I give into the temptation
I'm facing
The thought of losing a good
woman keep me from chasing
E
But I'm just a man,
at time's the timing is wrong
Plus my dick is like a man
with a mind of it's own
D#m
But I'm trying to be strong,
remind myself she ain't about shit
G#m
These hoes the same,
D#m
E
all that change is the outfit
Looking for cheese on some mouse shit
Suck a nigga, fuck a nigga,
then go run they mouth quick
D#m
Rappers took a vacation I came
over to house sit
You want change,
G#m
E
this that between the seats in your couch shit
The fuck you thought, I lost it
All that flame on my name
would get exhausted
D#m
Au contraire my nigga they all ears
G#m
Sit back, enjoy the ride it's finna
D#m
be a long year, yeah
E
It's finna be a long year,
Verse 2
yeah
D#m
I know you feel that,
E
the tingle in your spine don't conceal that
Don't conceal that
This exactly what you thought
Somebody bought the real
Outro 1
back
D#m
G#m
D#m
E
D#m
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