Tonalità: Bb major•
Verse 1
Dm
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love,
Cm
Bb
yeah!
Cm
Bb
Cm
Bb
Cm
Bb
Dm
(Sinatra)
Verse 2
Dm
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game
You just perpetrating from the side line
What it feel like? (huh)
Metaphor game too silly
Punch lines way too silly
Fuck a Milli', now I'm coming
for that William
Cm
Hold up, wait a minute,
think about it, that's a Billi' (woo!)
Verse 3
Cm
God damn, boy, you know I'm putting in the work
Bb
I'ma get it, I got 'em
Cm
and now they all hurt
I'm a let 'em know,
I never let 'em know
They never seem to know that
I am a master (at work)
Bitch I'm all up in it come and get it
You could never get rid of it
Bb
Cm
Every bit of it in this motherfucker
Like I'm in the middle of little Italy
A lot of shit was never given to me
That shit's a fallacy told by the enemy
Tryna get ahead of me
They dead to me,
everybody dead to me
Bb
Everybody know that Bobby
Cm
will body anybody
Like Gotti did Gambino, from
Maryland to Reno
We know Tarantino a killer
Bb
Cm
But the Young Sinatra got
you by the neck
And the spirit the second they hear it
They fear it as soon as they
get near it
Verse 4
Everybody revere it like
Dm
Tell me- tell me- tell me what you
know about real life, real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights,
dark nights
Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game
You just perpetrating from the side line
What it feel like—feel like?
Metaphor game too silly
Punch lines way too silly
Fuck a Milli', now I'm
comin' for that William
Cm
Hold up, wait a minute,
think about it, that's a Billi'
Verse 5
Cm
Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now!
Nobody want to step
up in the ring now
I sacrificed my twenties now that money
ain't a thing now
Now that money ain't a thing
Everybody know that boy Sinatra,
he the King now!
Nobody want to step up in the ring now
I sacrificed my twenties now that money
ain't a thing now
Verse 6
Now that money ain't a thing
Cm
Everybody talk about my race
on socials (socials)
Bb
Cm
Make the boy wanna go postal (postal)
Since I went triple plat' I only identify
Bb
Cm
as Bi- Coastal (coastal)
I don't live life like most do (like most)
Never did the shit I was supposed to
Not a lotta shit you could
say about me
Yeah, my hairline faded but my bank
Dm
account'll roast you (roast)
Verse 7
Dm
Tell me—tell me—tell me what you know about real life,
real life
Cm
Tell me what you know about dark nights,
Dm
dark nights
Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game
You just perpetrating from the side line
What it feel like,
feel like Metaphor game too silly
Punch lines way too silly
Fuck a Milli' now, I'm coming
Cm
for that William
Hold up, wait a minute,
think about it, that's a Billi'
Verse 8
Cm
You already know what that is
Adim
Cm
Young Sinatra, icons inspire icon s
Ab
Gold chains wrapped around
Cm
my neck like pythons
The drip way, yeah
Verse 9
Cm
Yeah! Greatest alive,
I'm the greatest alive
I'm the greatest at being me,
ain't nobody seeing me
So, check it like CMB, that's
word to the DMV
I'm straight from the basement
I made it like a villain, I'm hated
Word to Jermaine, this shit just
ain't been the same
Never simple and plain like
a bullet to the brain
I'm blowing minds, yeah,
I gotta kick shit with this rhyme
Second I spit it,
so divine that's word to your mom
Sweeping these rappers up like it's a chore,
who want more?
I'll leave anybody two times four
Dropping pounds in London
like I lost weight
My mindstate is like a freight
when I rhyme
Check the state of mind
Yeah, my train of thought is
never off the track
When I drive it,
so stop it I'm killing 'em like a virus
After they dead I'm still in 'em,
who feeling 'em, everybody now
It's never nothin' like the first time,
Ab
Cm
nothin' like your first rhyme
Nothin' like getting that nut
in for the first time
That's the type of shit they
never tell you now
Bitches come and go, I know, I know,
you can't fuck with this flow Bobby Tarantino, get the C note
Oh yeah, there he go
Tell me they love it, they want it, they need it
I never been defeated, no,
never given up
Do what I do, how I do gotta live it up
This shit right here on the real,
I can't get enough
God damn, uh,
I'm the motherfuckin' man
Went from getting close to the gang
To sipping champagne on a plane
Do what you love in life and
never second guess it
Even when haters protest it now
You ever wonder what it means to
Ab
Cm
You ever wonder what it, uh
You ever wonder what it means
to finally limit your dreams
Then realize that everything,
it just ain't what it seems?
Uh, yeah, I thought I wanted
to be the greatest alive
Until I realized that being the
greatest is just a lie
Like the opening words in this verse
That as soon as they disperse,
make other rappers converse
I'm glad to put in you a hearse,
real talk—fuck rap
I hate and I love it 'cause
it's so negative
Everybody selfish, nobody wanna give
A helping hand to the next man,
well, fuck you then
Fuck your ethnicity, we all one
'Cause when my last album dropped,
you know we all won
Ab
Yeah, that shit went number one,
Cm
so everybody won
I said that shit went number one,
Cm
so everybody won (yeah)
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