Tonalità: F minor
Verse 1
C#m
A
B
A
Lemme tell y'all
a 'lil story about myself
C#m
This right here is a true story,
A
check it out though
Verse 2
A
C#m
Ulcers hurt my salary,
A
alter my personality
Give it to you real,
C#m
I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude,
arrogant, cocky rude
A
Eatin' off papi food,
E
A
used to be a stocky dude
C#m
Weighed two twenty,
Verse 3
C#m
A
C#m
wit two honies, I move monie
A
E
A
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
E
I become berserk,
C#m
it was no fun to work
E
B
A
Everyday my stomach hurt,
rippin' off my undershirt
Verse 4
A
C#m
The pain was no comparison,
A
C#m
stomach started cherishin'
A
C#m
Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it,
it was embarrassin'
Regurgitatin', green,
yellow, burgundy, boom
A
But came my urgency soon,
Verse 5
the emergency room
C#m
In there, no salvage,
treated like a cold savage
A
They said pimpin' symptoms,
huh, a dope addicts
There you have it,
B
but they ain't find no heroin
C#m
A
Coke, crack, dope, just weed,
but that's my medicine
Verse 6
A
My baby mama, mama and my grandma
C#m
B
Say that I'm too gordy,
A
word to my blue maurys
C#m
This is a true story
A
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
B
uh oh, here it come again
Verse 7
B
C#m
Never mind stuntin', dime puffin,
E
C#m
doc spent his time frontin'
A
C#m
A
He like a bad detective,
C#m
A
he ain't find nuttin'
C#m
Besides that though,
E
I can't enjoy a movie, dinner
C#m
My son growin' up,
A
I'm lookin' like the movie thinner
Verse 8
A
I'm thinkin' suicide,
C#m
do or die, sit and cry
A
What hurt my baby moms
askin' if I'm gettin' high
E
A
B
She gonna play me a thug,
A
B
I told the lady I love
A
If it ain't hustlin' ma,
B
A
please don't relate me to drugs
Verse 9
B
A
C#m
A
I'm loosin' weight though,
C#m
everyday pounds and muscles
A
E
Gotta get off my ass,
A
E
hit some towns and hustle
A
Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you know
I was too sick to do shows,
but still equipped to move O's
Verse 10
A
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
C#m
If I can shoot, I turn around,
I'm off my pivot
A
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again,
E
A
it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again
F#m
My baby
Verse 11
A
mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
E
A
B
Thought that it went away, uh,
oh, here it come again
Verse 12
body, I'm hard bodied,
C#m
A
E
word mommy, vanishin'
A
E
A
Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
C#m
A
E
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
A
For me, that's a odd place,
E
A
I'm only here by God's grace
Verse 13
C#m
Like a lab rat, them
A
tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan,
sonogram
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be
stressed
Verse 14
A
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
E
And that's irritable bowel child,
A
I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all,
E
so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
A
E
A
Get it, get it, get it, get it?
Verse 15
A
My baby mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
B
A
word to my blue maurys
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
B
uh oh, here it come again
Verse 16
mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy,
A
word to my blue maurys
C#m
A
This is a true story
I got stomach pain,
don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away,
Outro 1
uh oh, here it come again
A
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