Tonalità: Bb major•
Verse 1
Dm
Eb
Woo,
Dm
Eb
yeah
Look, Machine, bitch
Dm
You gotta salute
Verse 2
me (salute me),
I'm in rare form
Eb
I'm back in my Devil's Reject bag,
you gotta rebuke me (hah)
Dm
You gotta excuse me,
I'm the new Jim Jones, Capo, and Louis
Eb
Don't fuck around,
get shot in your kufi (boom, boom)
Dm
I be rockin' this jewelry,
Eb
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
Dm
crossbody, I'm Gucci (what's good, nigga?)
I had rappers in my section tryna drink
Eb
all my bottles like groupies
Ain't no rapper stoppin' my two-
Dm
three (Not at all)
That's the zone I'm in,
I write with a golden pen
Eb
But lately, I ain't even been writin',
Dm
I just been goin' in (go in, nigga)
They say the eyes is the windows
to the souls of men
Eb
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,
Dm
here I go again (let's go)
Made a few milli and I barely
Eb
announced it (hah)
Rappin' better than niggas,
Dm
I can barely pronounce shit (ha)
Gettin' to this position was
like scalin' a mountain
Eb
Now look at me, weighin' money on the scale
Dm
when I'm countin' (woo, talk to 'em)
We was really whippin'
Eb
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,
Dm
you gotta feel it to understand
So when they say "Who iller?", I'm like,
"Really, nigga? You playin'"
Eb
You really must be his fan or ain't hearin'
Dm
the shit I'm sayin' (ha)
Gettin' rich off t- shirts really
wasn't the plan
Eb
But every time I drop, I reel in two hundred grand,
Dm
nig ga (you see the bag, right?)
Niggas try blockin' my goals,
Eb
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
Dm
Remember I used to go put work in,
Eb
I would take the Pesci (ha)
That's what we call the thirty- eights to make
Dm
sure they respect me (cap)
Correctional facilities can't
Eb
correct me (brr)
Verse 3
Dm
Nigga, Machine, bitch (brr) Look
(yeah)
Eb
From King to a God, nigga (brr, brr, brr)
Ah
Dm
Eb
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