Tonalité : A major•
Verse 1
G#
Dm
I got 20 on my beat
A
Everybody know
Verse 2
my name
D
ringin' bells
Dm
Ringin' bells like the hallway (uh- huh)
D
I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out
broad day (mmm)
I got in with that stick, and I'm with that
A
Break a nigga in half like a
D
Kit- Kat (uh- huh)
I been tryna be positive,
mama (uh- huh)
A
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan,
mama (nope)
D
Who you know put they
mothafuckin' self on the map
G#
And now they don't
D
owe nobody shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas,
come take you off
Dm
You get laid on the floor
by a jit (ha)
D
A
D
Got pulled over with fifty- five K
in my pocket (woo)
G#
The police,
Dm
they know I'm legit (woo, woo)
D
G#
A
The po lice, they know I got sticks
G#
They be worried about me, they
know I'm a clique
D
These niggas, they know I'm a dawg
G#
I ain't worried about him, I
Dm
know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come
A
play with me
I'ma send him to go ask
D
2Pac for a pic, bitch
A
D
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
C#
D
Go check the thermometer,
A
Dm
D
that nigga sick (hot)
A
Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up in Cleveland
or somethin' (uh- huh)
F#
Let me give you a history les son
A
We moved back to Charlotte,
Dm
D
Dm
1999 (Okay)
I ain't sayin that none of that
matter
'Cause if somebody touch
me, then somebody dyin' (no cap)
D
A
Why he talkin' so calm
when he say that? (huh?)
D
Dm
How he make 'em rewind and re
A
Dm
play that? (yeah)
A
F#m
Who you know get a fade once a
C#
A
Dm
week and they tryna get waves?
A
Fuck a mothafuckin' wave-
E
cap (uh- huh)
A
D
C#
Every time that the DJ play "Suge"
A
Dm
Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuck
in' racetrack (let's go)
D
Every time that my baby girl see me
She run and say "Daddy",
Dm
D
I love when she say that (mwah)
A
D
Every time I hit one of my moves
A
All the bitches go crazy,
D
they like how I do that (let's go)
I keep one in the head,
if I don't let off first
A
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
G#
A
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade
C#
in this bitch (ah)
A
Fuck around, and walked out
D
in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with
the greats (uh- huh)
Dm
Wanna fuck with me, she gotta
D
wait (bitch)
On the yacht, with me,
me and the kids
C#
There's four of us,
A
Dm
D
we on the sea eatin' steak (yep)
A
I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
G#
You goin out sad 'bout a
A
G#
hoe, I'm a pimp (ha)
A
He keep bumpin' his
D
motherfuckin' gums
A
We gon put his ass up like a
D
mothafuckin' blimp (bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes,
that's gon' get him exposed
A
He a mothafuckin' simp (hold up)
D
You know he got that thang on him, baby
A
Bb
Quit askin' him why that boy walk
A
with a limp (shh, shh, shh)
D
A
I don't care bout this mothafuck
G#
Dm
in' chain (uh- huh)
A
But I'll still bust your mothafuckin' brain
G#
(uh- huh)
A
Just got head on a mothafuckin' plane
(no cap)
Ain't no cap in my rap,
D
I'm the truth (ha)
A
End up fuckin' this hoe from the back
Dm
A
I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop (yeah,
yeah, yeah, swoop)
F#
Bb
G#
And these niggas ain't livin' like that
A
Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro,
G#
he a fluke (fluke,fluke)
A
They know Baby gon' blow,
he a flute (flute)
They know Baby gon' blow,
D
he the bomb (boom)
A
They know Baby was just in Miami
C#
Now he in L.A., nigga think
Dm
A
he LeBron (ha)
They know Baby go baby on
Dm
baby (Uh- huh)
But five years ago, nigga say he was
D
John (keep goin')
A
C#
I touch down at the front of the plane
A
And the driver come pick up my Louis
Vuitton (them facts)
While he drive me around,
I be blowin' out pressure
I'm chillin' backseat
with the iron (bitch)
Verse 3
A
Dm
And I'm done with this shit, man
A
I'm one of the best mothafuckin' rappers,
D
man (I'm fuckin' done with this shit, man)
Dm
You know (I'm done with this)
But I ain't gon' keep,
D
A
you know, I mean, braggin' 'bout this
I'm done with this one,
C#
A
Dm
I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, man
A
Quit playin' with Baby,
man, do not play with me
I'm just exercising, I'm just exercising my craft,
that's it (I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper)
Dm
D
And I'm not gonna keep sayin' this shit,
A
(yeah) I'm done sayin' this shit
Dm
D
A
Uh
And I got 20 on my mothafuckin' beat,
D
A
but this nigga can't engineer for shit
Dm
I'm 'bout to make this nigga just start
A
makin' beats and quit engineering
Aight, cut that shit off
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