Cross a Rider: accordi di
Brabo Gator
Brabo Gator
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll

N/A
Tonalità: G# minor
Verse 1
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Dear God, I have once again
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found myself in a situation
Where I'm left with no
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D
choice but to fight
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But God, you have built me as a fighter
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So please do not look down on me
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Em
for the actions I am about to commit
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My enemies need you, Lord
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I just pray that you ignore them
Real recognize real, let me ride together
I don't groove in my teddy
in the sky together
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Em
Em
Would I be wrong if I got all
the sound like fuckin' Bo
Those are just words, bitch,
the truth is in my fuckin' soul
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Am
Em
Em
I fuckin' know that I'm a sinner,
Lord, and pray for me
My life is full of bills
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that don't nobody pay for me
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Get away from it,
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Em
I'm about to overload
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My heart crippled by a misery
that no one knows
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Em
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I need my motherfuckin'
pills and my nicotine
Look in the mirror,
eyes focused on the enemy
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Em
Em
Embark a tendency to strike
whoever fuckin' with me
Expose the irony,
cause ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I'm just a motherfuckin' hitman
My mind military
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And I ain't rappin',
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Em
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I'm orchestratin' obituaries
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Em
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And you've been buried all along,
fuck a song
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You and I know what's goin' on
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Bm
Em
Em
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Em
Em
I know you don't fuck with me
I know you don't fuck
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with me
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Em
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But you don't wanna cross the line
You don't wanna cross the line
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Em
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Em
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I ain't never been a rapper,
lil' buddy, I'm a criminal
So if I throw a shot at you,
it will not be subliminal
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My shot will be literal,
barrel up the .45
Something on my side
that is damn near Gordy side
Fresh about the halfway house,
I'm about to act a fool now
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One call from Jazzy,
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he gon' let them fuckin' rules out
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People hatin' on me,
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but y 'all know how the rumors do
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Hit the club 30 deep,
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we call that the goobla do
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You don't know about pistols,
you don't know about droughts
Always rappin' bout it,
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but we don't see you out south
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Em
Keep makin' your disses
and doin' your little songs
Keep tryin' to disrespect me
and all of your little blogs
You rapper, I ain't gotta say,
you know I'm hot
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Struggles, Trud, got the choppa
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with the fold -out stock
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Yeah, you better ask my block,
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they'll tell you I'm hot
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And this is 16, I ain't the only one hot,
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I know you don't fuck with me
I know you don't fuck with me
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Em
Em
I know you don't fuck with me
I know you don't fuck with me
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Em
Em
But you don't wanna cross the line
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B
You don't wanna cross the line
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You don't wanna cross the line
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You don't wanna cross a river
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Bm
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Talkin' rappers on the cam era
but I see your lies
You just usin' us to keep
your own career alive
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Em
Em
Bitch, you had your time to shine,
now you paid out
I'm unleashed,
knockin' doors on the cage out
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Feel my rage, I've engaged
and I ain't backin' down
And I don't give a damn
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about nothin' that you're rappin' out
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I demand my respect,
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Em
I'm on some other shit
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I don't even have the trust
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of people that I'm fuckin' with
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You can't tame a fuckin' gator,
it'll bite you
Out of control,
hard coder than a ice cube
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Father forgive me,
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my knuckles are full of blood stains
With my backs against the wall,
I don't want fame
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Em
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I'd rather fight like a soldier
I ain't scared to stay
checkin' in my bedroom
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I ain't there,
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I got a head with no screws
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You don't fuckin' understand
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Who or anything?
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Lord, am a man, baby
Outro 1
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