Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Pull the trigger, Budd
Dwyer, hahaha
(Pull the trigger,
Gb
Budd Dwyer)
(North, North)
Haha, you mad (northside)
Ebm
Gb
(In this
bitch, with my cap
on) Yeah
(Time to go back to speak that
lingo)
Ebm
I'm back in this bitch like a menace
Verse 2
Runnin' these hoes just like tennis
Gb
Ebm
Fuck what you thought of my image
Gb
Blocka-blocka-blocka--blocka-blow
A semi-auto with with the scope
Ebm
I'm back in this bitch with the cult
Gb
I'm back in this bitch with the phonk
Ebm
Scrim back in this bitch better know
Gb
I'm back and I'm hatin'
and plottin'
Ebm
Cm
Back and I'm scopin' with robbers
Gb
Come back and then jaws get
to droppin'
Come hard when you step in
my yard
Scammin', gimme your card
Ebm
Gb
Off of a couple them bars
Choppa k-k-kickin'
Auto Auto f-f-spittin'
Cm
Gb
Talkin' a a a lot of that guala
Db
Ebm
Gb
From the eses to the shottas
Lil' Wetto with yoppas
Get my pills straight from the doctor
Off of the jump 'bout my shit
Offer the dump off my hip
Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack
Smokin' that pack off the jack
Cm
OD slowly
Verse 3
Gb
OD slowly, OD slowly
Ebm
Gb
OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)
OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)
Verse 4
Gb
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
(assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)
Stop tellin' me what to
think, to think
Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to
think
(Assumptions always bein'
that)
Stop, stop tellin'
me what to think (stop)
Verse 5
Gb
I have become what I hate Sad to say
I saw this comin'
F
Gb
from miles away
Too bad that it ain't a race
Coughin' my lungs
out stuck in last place
Always in bad shape, blunt to the face
I want all the smoke, let
me get a fuckin' taste
What the fuck you gotta say?
Yung plague untamed
F
Yung plague got nothin' to hide
Gb
Now I've never been one for
pickin' sides
Cm
Ebm
but I choose $UICIDE
Gb
Yeah, I reject almost everything
'bout this new world
Bb
Gb
I reject all the people inside
(fuck 'em)
They can run, they can hide,
they swim, they can fly
But I'll hunt 'em day and night
For the rest of my life just
to watch them die
Then shed tears like a crocodile
F
All the while my choppa smiles
Gb
Bite the bullet, that's not my style
Belly full of lead and stomach bile
You thought that your life
would be worth while
Just another fuckin' rank
and file (bitch)
First came school,
then you got a job
Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin'
down the aisle
Safe neighborhood for the domicile
Redoin' the kitchen pickin' out new
tiles (ayy)
Don't touch that fuckin' dial
(ayy)
Let's see what's on TV
World War III in a couple hours
But at least the house is
clean (ayy)
Bodies will be piled for miles
and miles
Gb
But the maid service was free
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