Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
C
Chorus:
I've been doing this consistant, I ain't
never changed
Every studio I visit it was set
Em
in flames (FIRE)
If you respect the game,
get your money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
C
'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem,
where they Mac and revolve 'em
If he ask for a problem,
Em
walk up in the building clack up and rob 'em
Harlem nigga, the men in black
C
couldn't guard 'em
Verse 2
Verse 1:
(hey) I'm in the Rover grinding
wit' a couple older women
And all the windows down just so you can know
Em
I'm winning (yea thats me)
But if the doja trippin' trust
there wont be no avenges (why)
I'll put you all in trunks,
C
like you niggas going swimming (blaat)
Get you off quick,
for the slow dough I'm spendin' (what's dat?)
You'll see a row of henchmen
Em
(when?) soon as I throw a lincoln
Not to overmention nigga
you was cheap (why)
If you cripple me,
C
I'd still be on my feet
Llyircally I'm heat,
turn these creeps into dirt garbage (basura)
I got that hunger that you had
when you first started
Em
Hood to the burbs (suburbs) hardest
truly a G (who?)
JR writer that nigga you salute
Verse 3
when you see, cuz
C
Chorus:
I've been doing this consistant, I
ain't never changed
Every studio I visit it was set
Em
in flames (FIRE)
If you respect the game,
get your money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
C
'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem,
where they Mac and revolve 'em
If he ask for a problem,
Em
C
walk up in the building clack up and rob 'em
Em
Harlem nigga, the men in black
C
couldn't guard 'em
Verse 4
Verse 2:
I'm a diplomat OG,
you's a midget scrap stop
'Fore this fifth or Mac pop,
sit you in a black box
Em
Got my fitted cap twisted back,
in the lac drop
Theres some chick i mack,
C
in the back givin that top
I'm a smooth mothafucka, with
Killa rap props
The kid is trash not,
I am skipping past hot
Em
You ain't spittin crack rock, new airs with the see- through fronts,
chump (why?)
C
So you can see my diplomat socks ha
You ain't heard of who? i skip by
in convertibles
At Summer Jam performing for
Em
50,000, where were you?
C
Fuck what they said, you forever a biter
Em
And ain't got enough swag
Verse 5
to be better then Writer, cuz
C
Chorus:
I've been doing this consistant, I ain't
never changed
Every studio I visit it was set
Em
in flames (FIRE)
If you respect the game,
get your money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let
C
'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem,
where they Mac and revolve 'em
If he ask for a problem,
Em
C
walk up in the building clack up and rob 'em
Em
Harlem nigga, the men in black
C
couldn't guard 'em
Outro 1
Em
C
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