Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Woo! I woke up this morning knowing I was right. I gotta be right,
Dm
cause I can't go wrong doing me, baby.
G
Am
Yeah, I flow southpaw,
ain't nothing right about me.
Can they take the game to
BMall?
That's what they write about me.
Critics try, doubt me.
Try three, strike out me.
Till I took my first swing,
F
Am
see they pitch game was lousy.
Trapped in the cocaine,
F
change lanes and reroute me
Am
F
Mathematics that came was so lame,
I breathe outly
Dm
Inhale the cloudy,
Em
spit the sun out my mouthpiece
F
So much rain,
G
take bottles to the head like
Steve
Am
Stout,
B
F
Beat you in the head with the pain
that cries out me
Am
F
Thought the floor was dry like sand in
South
Beach
Am
Ain't nothin' south about me
F
I set my bed from the bottom,
pen the sickest problem
Am
F
Child that you encountered, bow wow
Am
Same founder found
the most ill -mannered
F
Sick ballot, black talent
Am
F
You can build houses with
the bricks y niggas droppin'
Dm
I was poppin' like hot grease
Em
Beats need a autopsy
F
G
When I speak, I leave them all off -key
Em
F
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Am
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna
be right
F
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Am
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
F
Just singin', stabbed in my back like
Christ did
Rodney
Am
F
King tried that shit and got
hit with night snicks
Martin
Am
F
Luther preached peace,
even he got sniped at
Am
Malcolm got
X'd
F
Am
What you expect but excitement when the boss
F
add you to the fire and ignite shit
Am
F
Bombs like eunitis leave
you stiff as arthritis
Dm
King like
Arthorite shit
Em
F
That sharp as icepicks and rikers
G
Though I don't think these niggas
Am
caught the niceness
I said can live righteous,
F
get stabbed in my back like
Christ did, I bled
Am
F
From the same frost the bars
flow as priceless
Am
My edge is that I'm close to the ledge
F
Am
And I spit hollow heads from gunpowder
thoughts that run through my head
Infrared beams pain dreams
F
sleep in your bed
Am
F
Get fed , do the same
stream that shoot insulin
Dm
Em
I said, if a red hot steam roller
F
skate on the as s
The flow of lawnmower,
G
Em
your ass is grass
F
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Am
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
F
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Am
If bein' me is wrong,
F
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Many mountains to climb,
many roads to cross
Am
If bein' me is wrong,
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
F
came out with a crime, many roads across,
Am
and being me is wrong,
F
Am
F
Dm
Lord knows I don't wanna be right
Em
F
G
G#dim
Am
F
Am
F
Am
F
Am
you
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