Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Probogator motherfucker,
I am out my mind
I'm a motherfuckin' beast,
don't get out of line
Bb
Dm
I'm so divine with these rap lines
that I be spittin'
Whether friend or foe,
I'm better than my competition
Bb
Dm
Ain't no contenders on my level,
I am that good
Southside, Henny, Yacht,
I'm from that hood
Bb
Let it be understood that
Dm
I will never take a loss
I'm cuttin' throats over money,
I'm an underboss
Bb
Dm
No man above another man,
that's a hard to run
One squad under God,
never rippin' fraud
Bb
Deep in my heart,
Dm
I know I'm mortal like my cousins do
I keep it true,
I put my love up for my revenue
Bb
Dm
I'm keepin' money over bitches,
fuckin' with them bad
These women want me to trust,
but I never care
Bb
I'm a grown man,
Dm
I can do without the hoes
The only woman I can trust
Is the motherfuckin' woman
Bb
I came out of
Dm
I need drugs,
my stress level maxed out
Subtracting deals from my profit
Bb
when I cash count
Dm
I'm mashin' out in supercars,
check my whip game
Bb
Big chain, got rocks that
look pissed -dame
Dm
Yellow diamonds runnin'
parallel to white stones
I got the club on the thinkin'
Bb
that the lights on
Dm
Microphone money,
got these rappers pissed off
They talkin' good game, I just left off
Rob a bagel, my rap bus rockin'
Bb
A full speed ahead,
C
friend folks couldn't stop me
Dm
Big money, I can fit it in my pocket
Bb
If I see it and I want it,
C
I'm a damn show copy
Dm
What it is?
Big rim, all my cars choppy
Bb
Whip game king,
C
hoggin' lanes when I got me
Dm
What it is?
This song, you don't wanna be my topic
Bb
I put you on the map
C
just to wipe your ass off me
Dm
What it is? You feelin' brave?
One shot, you better miss me
My target locks and destroys
Bb
if you diss me
Dm
Bitch, please, my rap bars are uncut
Say my motherfuckin' name
Bb
an d get fucked up
Dm
I'll hold you nuts if you
wanna get a guillotine
A guillotine,
Bb
any braveheart that intervenes
Dm
Think you can beat me for my crown
and your fuckin' dreams
Battle the king and get your
Bb
high hopes over in
Dm
I'm on top with a crown like Xerxes Church please,
Bb
this 300 couldn't hurt me
Dm
See my fourth language English,
ain't it funny?
Third German, second Persian
Bb
for my first language money
Dm
Big money, Persian mafia,
beef never worries me
I bet your last name dies
Bb
if you murder me
Dm
Turban hit squad, mind frame emergency
Bb
Ask the Jews, we hope Russia's for eternity
Dm
I want Jerusalem,
I'm big checkin' platinum flag
Judas ass sayin' nah's,
Bb
better stand back
Dm
Cash rats runnin' rap, all deserve to die
Try to fuck me,
Bb
I'm a money -earning circus ass
Dm
I burglarize what you love
if you test me
Bb
Blood bands big enough to ride a jet ski
Dm
You best believe I ain't no
artist you can jet lead
My game colder than that
ice under Gretzky
Rob O 'Banner, my rap bus rockin'
Bb
A full speed ahead,
C
rimbows couldn't stop me
Dm
Big money, I can't fit it in my pocket
Bb
See it and I want it,
C
I'm a damn show copy
Dm
Big rim, all my cars choppin'
Bb
Whip game king,
C
hoggin' lanes when I cock it
Dm
This song, you don't wanna be my topic
Bb
I put you on a map
C
just to wipe your ass off me
Dm
What it is, what it is, what it is, what it is
I'm the truth, I put it on my mama
Bb
Jelly roll swag, rims cuttin' like katanas
Dm
Got my hip in H -Bama,
full of choppers, jail dramas
Say you want a side gator,
Bb
but you check this in a comma
Dm
What it is, I need two of em,
rap songs too buffin'
Call up and read the grids,
Bb
tip a bitch, choose somethin'
Dm
My shoes cut, car sittin' up,
manute somethin'
Manute four,
Bb
rims swole on the coupe tuckin'
Dm
Trade out a cash bill,
but I ain't young fuckin'
Fuck my contract up and
Bb
I'ma bust somethin'
Dm
Ass fifty, you don't want my talkin',
focus dead
I got that muscle, man,
Bb
lookin' he the youngin'
Dm
I'm the best in the game
since the best left
The best left, I'm ninety -six
Bb
when he faced death
Dm
I'm who he left behind
to finish up his vision
If you disagree with me,
Bb
I don't value your opinion
Dm
I'm a living legend,
that's why the industry threatens me
I'm an underground rapper,
Bb
but my daddy up in heaven
Dm
Sending blessings in my direction
with motives of reperfection
The microphone, my weapon,
Bb
and these rhymes are the infection
Dm
No vocabulary intended to bury the binary
Bb
Of the lost souls, so fuck the Illuminati
Dm
I got a holy war to finish,
the public shall bear witness
To a soldier on the front line
sittin' twenty -six
Gm
Bb
Dm
I'm coming to an end
Gm
Bb
Dm
Realize what I could have been
Gm
Bb
Dm
I'm coming to an end
Outro 1
I admit I've lost control
Dm
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