Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Em
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play
this in the car by the way
Am
Bm
Let's go
D#
I'm a be quiet,
Bb
D#
let homeboy say what he gotta say
Get his little shout outs out the way
Goin', goin', gone
Em
Now look, I'm in
Verse 2
that 550
feelin' like Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson
it's "fuck the world"
My lean game so mean,
so fresh and so clean
Like a Sunday morning listenin'
to Joel Osteen
Like my beats down low,
I'm rimmed up with the seat back
Boo with the sweet back,
I definitely need that
Even if her body make
a nigga wanna eat that
Bitch, you don't make the nigga better,
better see Fab
I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some
loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but
her weave bad
And she went to the winehouse straight
from the rehab
The recap rappers and
they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggas
Verse 3
couldn't see past
Am
Bm
I been on my grind,
D#
chasin' dollars (chasin' dollars)
From the fall to the sum
F
D#
mer (fall to summer)
The streets are pullin' me under
(pullin' me under)
And I ain't gettin' no younger
Verse 4
Em
Some say "sky's the limit",
still I'm tryna reach higher
So on my deathbed,
I'm figurin' how to be flyer
I'm talkin' above heaven
But talkin' about death is me beatin' a dead horse
and a nigga love Slevin' 'em up
80's baby with a 60's mind state
Yankee fitted backwards lookin'
at whippersnappers
Livin' young and reckless,
never mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of their style,
put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss,
start feelin' patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom
Brady in the pocket?
Beggin' dude to come back like
the Yankees did The Rocket
And just like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn
dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages,
find a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole
Am
world is against the kid
Bm
I been on my grind, chasin' dol
Verse 5
D#
lars (chasin' dollars)
Bb
D#
From the fall to the summer
(fall to summer)
The streets are pullin' me under
(pullin' me under)
Em
And I ain't gettin' no younger
(whoa, I mean)
Verse 6
Em
The burner's in the air My J. Holiday'll put
you permanently
there
It's bedtime, niggas, weapon of mine niggas,
Wesson or nine niggas
"Minority Report",
I'm ahead of your mind niggas
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you,
I got a hundred with me
Now this is somethin' to see
(oh)
Boogieman your whole squad,
put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid
had under the sheet
On some Jetsons shit but if
Bm
the shook type ap proach me
Em
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til
he look like Rosey
Niggs ain't off the hook like Joey
My feet is up cozy at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff Daddy all about
Bm
the Benjamins shit
Em
And turn my back on danger like Timbaland did,
ya heard?
Hoodie over my head, the snub showin'
Fuck what the world's come to,
where the fuck's it goin'? (Oh)
Verse 7
Am
Bm
I been on my grind,
D#
chasin' dollars (chasin' dollars)
From the fall to the summer
(fall to summer)
The streets are pullin' me under
(pullin' me under)
Outro 1
And I ain't gettin' no younger
Am
Bm
D#
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