I'm So On: accordi di
Max Minelli
Max Minelli

N/A
Tonalità: F minor
Verse 1
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F#m
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B
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Ah bruh, jiggle late for my niggas
in the build right chill
E
E
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F#m
and my niggas in the MFB
B
B
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C#
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C#m
under the tree to the south side,
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E
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F#m
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C#
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F#m
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B
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C#
C#m
C#m
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E
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backwoods shit, yeah, look, that's that boy, see, uh,
B
B
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C#
C#m
C#m
E
E
F#m
F#m
B
B
cause I'm so on, look, here go the, squat back, squat zone,
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C#
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C#m
nigga never slip instead
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C#
E
E
F#m
F#m
And sleepin' with my nights on
Got jobs, sleepin' with the lights on
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B
Jettin' back to the lab,
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C#
C#m
C#m
E
E
I gotta make another fight song
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F#m
C#
C#
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Like, stop lookin' at me hard,
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B
nigga, say that then
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C#
What you wanna do your third thing?
Play that then
F#m
F#m
What you come and stole a brick?
B
B
Let me weigh that then
C#m
C#m
Put the money on the couch,
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E
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F#m
nigga, pay that then
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C#
F#m
F#m
And stop testin' my nerves,
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B
cause they that then
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C#
C#m
C#m
Niggas mad at the game,
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E
cause they can't win
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F#m
Somebody gotta lose,
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B
so I blues the block
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C#
C#m
C#m
Test us, get whooped out
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E
F#m
F#m
C#
C#
your shoes and socks
F#m
F#m
And when you come back,
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B
wipe the frown off your face
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C#
Cause I'm drinkin' with thugs,
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E
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F#m
and they clown off the tapes
I'm the sick man, spit man,
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B
rap game hit man
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C#
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
This is gangsta shit, man I'm so on,
B
B
I'll let you get a thang
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C#
For little or nothin' and gon'
C#m
C#m
E
E
charge it to the gang
F#m
F#m
I'm so on, I couldn't see
B
B
me bein' average
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C#
So I decided I'ma be a savage
F#m
F#m
I'm so on, I don't care
B
B
who the thank you be
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C#
You want that five,
C#m
C#m
E
E
gotta get it from me, nigga,
F#m
F#m
cause I'm so on
B
B
On your chips and your whip set,
chop that chrome
C#
C#
Got me feelin' like I'm so on
F#m
F#m
Sev en hundred dollar dice game,
B
B
pimpin' the wrist
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C#
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C#m
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Shoot the bin, bet the ten,
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C#m
E
E
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nigga, me and Lachris
Since I was little,
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B
all I wanted was to be in the mix
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C#
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C#m
I'm a neighborhood legend,
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E
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C#
bumpin' me and my bitch
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I got the game from Lowe's,
B
B
beats from Russ and Hal
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C#
In my block,
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C#m
E
E
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gave me everything I speak and rap
Slide across a Cadillac
B
B
backseat with Gats
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C#
I'm a ghetto Harlem Flamer,
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E
F#m
F#m
nigga, peep my stats
Catch the cup with Max
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B
while I cover the basics
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C#
C#m
C#m
E
E
F#m
F#m
50 big faces for rockin' the Matrix
I'm the bar from beyond
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B
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C#m
and there ain't no nigga this cold
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C#m
I'm the sickest and there
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E
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C#
ain't no sicker
F#m
F#m
B
B
than my Nelly the Great from Section 8
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C#
E
E
F#m
F#m
To a knot that'll crack the collection plate
I could help ya hurt ya,
B
B
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C#
love and nurture everything I say
F#m
F#m
I'm with the block, gay birthda
B
B
I'll let you get a thang
C#
C#
For little or nothing, nigga,
C#m
C#m
E
E
F#m
F#m
I charge it to the gang I'm so on
I couldn't see me being average
B
B
C#
C#
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
So I decided I'ma be a savage
C#
C#
F#m
F#m
I'm so on
B
B
I don't care who you think you be
C#
C#
You want that five,
C#m
C#m
E
E
gotta get it from me, nigga,
F#m
F#m
cause I'm so on
B
B
On your chips and your whipset,
chop that chrome
C#
C#
F#m
F#m
Got me feeling like I'm so on
I'm still on the same block
B
B
and living like a trooper
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C#
C#m
C#m
C#
C#
Wait, if you test a nigga nerves,
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C#m
E
E
they'll shoot ya
F#m
F#m
I ain't goin' for
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B
bullshit like I used to,
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C#
let's get it together
C#m
C#m
These motherfuckers better
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F#m
do what I tell em'
And they gon' get what I sell em'
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B
because I'm cold
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C#
From 15 to 50 years old,
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F#m
they like that nigga broke
While the devil placing
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B
builds on a nigga's soul
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C#
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C#m
I'm like, damn it, standin' on the cut
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F#m
with my Air Max planted
Two inches in the dirt
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B
and them haters can't stand
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C#
I grew up a brown gang,
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C#m
E
E
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F#m
soaked it all up and ran it
You can stop me from going frantic,
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B
my eyes on the spout
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C#
C#m
C#m
E
E
F#m
F#m
12 -gauge pump, sawed -off barrel
Burning rubber in a red Camaro
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B
Before I get the hour,
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C#
E
E
I'm a student of Stephen Cowell
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C#
F#m
F#m
And a nigga ain't gon' never say
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B
that they played me out
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C#
C#m
C#m
Just let the DJ gon' fade me out
That's what I'm talkin'
F#m
F#m
B
B
I'm so on, I'll let you get a thang
C#
C#
For little or nothin' and gon'
E
E
charge it to the gang
F#m
F#m
I'm so on,
B
B
I couldn't see me being average
C#
C#
So I decided I'ma be a savage
F#m
F#m
I'm so on,
B
B
I don't care who you think you be
C#
C#
You want that five,
E
E
gotta get it from me, nigga
F#m
F#m
Cause I'm so on,
B
B
on your chips and your whipset
C#
C#
F#m
F#m
Chop that chrome, got me feelin' like I'm
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C#
F#m
F#m
so on
Outro 1
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B
C#
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C#m
C#m
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F#m
F#m
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B
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C#m
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