Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Dunn it's real like that
Uh huh yeah uh huh yeah (uh huh) yeah,
ha
(solo on that ass? dealt
with the bullshit)
Bb
Gm
Check me out dunn (yeah)
Check me out now (out yo)
Verse 2
Gm
Bb
Yo feel me on the road,
Gm
feel me at the shows
Feel me for what I stand for
And I'mma do it til the death
Bb
Til I can't no more
Gm
Fuck a ho, it's all about dough
Still, fuck her and still don't
love em
That's word to mother
Un- cover the truth, enjoy my youth
It's die or lose
Bb
I wonder what if I was sittin in the pen
Gm
On the strength that I had
to hurt something
Cuz my stomach hurtin i'm a cool nigga
But don't let me start buggin
Love my moms, love my little sis
Plus my little dunn
Niggas gotta eat,
Bb
fuck settling for crumbs
Gm
Hell no, me a bum on the streets
looking dumb
Til hell freezes over yo
Y'all niggas better run
Verse 3
Gm
Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
Bb
Gm
Bb
Gm
Lived through the bullshit
Bb
Gm
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My niggas do kill shit
(pow pow, pow pow pow)
Verse 4
Gm
redundant my dunns
move in abundance
We loose cannons,
my rugar will pop somethin
Bb
Gm
What's all the frontin
Being cavilier will get you nothing
Or maybe touched though
Bb
Keep pressing me and we be thumpin
Gm
Like The Lords vs the Hawks
When little boy got a foot
Long stuck in his back
And punctured his lungs
It's very brutal,
how the NIC will do you
Yo get KO'ed and pissed
on for being rude
Yeah, respect the colors
and the flag i wave
Bb
Respect the IMD embroidery
Gm
My shit is classic and authentic
blowin dick
Y'all niggas grafting my whole presence
Bb
Get your own shit
Gm
My voltage,
be higher than the wire pole get
King vulture
More flyer than your average rap pigeon
Now, twist up your cheebas
I get deeper in depth
My rap page make niggas throw
Bb
They reefer at us
Gm
Love me, bless me,
like you supposed to do
Just don't test me niggas
I be toasted up
What (echoes)
Verse 5
Gm
Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
Bb
And lived through the bullshit
Verse 6
Gm
Cuz I done dealt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit
Bb
Gm
(no doubt no doubt, yeah yeah yeah)
So put a clamp on them loose lips
My niggas do kill shit
Bb
(pow pow, pow pow pow)
Verse 7
Gm
My style, identical to guns that burst
I'm like a fourth when I go off
Or even worse
Bb
Gm
It's like an ill box cutter fight
Where no one backs down
My shit burn, make em far from a clown
Verse 8
Gm
likewise
See a nigga that I can't trust
Is a nigga I despise
Then I, reply with a cold shoulder
You ain't a gat holder
You just a crossover switchover
Bb
Cuz I done
Verse 9
Gm
dealt with the bullshit
Lived through the bullshit (uh huh,
Bb
Gm
yeah)
So put a clamp on them loose lips
Bb
Gm
My niggas do kill shit (pow pow,
Outro 1
pow pow pow)
Gm
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