Tonalità: Bb major
Verse 1
Bm
C
Woo,
Bm
C
yeah
Look, Machine, bitch
Bm
You gotta salute
Verse 2
me (salute me),
I'm in rare form
C
I'm back in my Devil's Reject bag,
you gotta rebuke me (hah)
Bm
You gotta excuse me,
I'm the new Jim Jones, Capo, and Louis
C
Don't fuck around,
get shot in your kufi (boom, boom)
Bm
I be rockin' this jewelry,
C
lot of supermodels try to seduce me
All from the shit I jotted on loose leaf
And she gon' bring her friend with
her so I get a two- piece
I usually got the throttle and the Prada
Bm
crossbody, I'm Gucci (what's good, nigga?)
I had rappers in my section tryna drink
C
all my bottles like groupies
Ain't no rapper stoppin' my two-
Bm
three (Not at all)
That's the zone I'm in,
I write with a golden pen
C
But lately, I ain't even been writin',
Bm
I just been goin' in (go in, nigga)
They say the eyes is the windows
to the souls of men
C
I know some friends pocket watchin',
plottin' on the dough I spend (I know it)
No driver's license, I drove a Benz
Everything I drop an album of the year contender,
Bm
here I go again (let's go)
Made a few milli and I barely
C
announced it (hah)
Rappin' better than niggas,
Bm
I can barely pronounce shit (ha)
Gettin' to this position was
like scalin' a mountain
C
Now look at me, weighin' money on the scale
Bm
when I'm countin' (woo, talk to 'em)
We was really whippin'
C
them grams (ha)
Really gettin' them bands,
get my lil' sister a Lamb'
I came back to kill these niggas again
Lyrics written in braille,
Bm
you gotta feel it to understand
So when they say "Who iller?", I'm like,
"Really, nigga? You playin'"
C
You really must be his fan or ain't hearin'
Bm
the shit I'm sayin' (ha)
Gettin' rich off t- shirts really
wasn't the plan
C
But every time I drop, I reel in two hundred grand,
Bm
nig ga (you see the bag, right?)
Niggas try blockin' my goals,
C
I'ma make it messy (you see what I did there?)
My OG told me, gotta kill a nigga you love
Do it clean, you don't make it messy
Bells Palsy, bitches still say I'm sexy
Bm
Remember I used to go put work in,
C
I would take the Pesci (ha)
That's what we call the thirty- eights to make
Bm
sure they respect me (cap)
Correctional facilities can't
C
correct me (brr)
Verse 3
Bm
Nigga, Machine, bitch (brr) Look
(yeah)
C
From King to a God, nigga (brr, brr, brr)
Ah
Bm
C
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