King Back: accordi di
T.i.
T.i.

N/A
Tonalità: C minor
Verse 1
[Excerpt from "Sting
Em
of The Serpent"]
And the prophecy read that
A
One day like the phoenix rose
Em
D
Em
from the ashes
D
Em
That a boy will be born unto
A
Em
a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use
the knowledge that he gains
While fighting for survival
in the streets
D
To become a crack leader
Em
And in time that boy will grow to become King!
D
Em
D
Em
C
D
Em
[Verse 1]
Am
Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!)
Em
I welcome you and get acquainted
with the youngest in charge
D
Em
Respected from East to West like
D
he was running the mob
Em
Dictating,
D
ain't taking orders from no one but God
Em
I know you niggas is broke 'cause
F#m
D
I know what you charge
Em
Them niggas wishing for a Phantom
D
it's one in my garage
Em
It's black as legary right
D
next to the black Ferrari
Em
You niggas ain't getting money
D
Em
off of rapping I'm sorry
D
Em
Fuck the rep went and spent
Am
60 large on a Harley
Em
'Cause where he stay
D
10,012 feet not hardly
Em
D
Now you see that we ain't able to compete,
now are we?
Em
And pardon me I'm giving you
D
the Westside story
Em
Of the A, where I stay and niggas
D
stay down for me
Em
You want to play,
D
have you gay niggas lay down for me
Em
And get a order for killers
D
to spray rounds for me
Em
Competition, you ain't considered; you rapping,
D
you bore me
Em
You reppin the A horribly
D
Must I say more importantly
Em
[Chorus: x8]
D
Em
D
Em
The
D
Em
A
Em
F#m
D
Em
F#m
D
Em
D
Em
D
king back!
[T.I.]
Em
Hey, man y'all niggas got me way too fucked up,
you understand that?
D
What you need to do is homeboy
Em
D
Em
You need to go back and grab
I'm Serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope
Boys and see where
D
all these niggas got they style
Em
See where that trap shit came from
Then you need to graduate to mother
fucking in the Streets Vol.1- 3
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got
D
locked up for a second
C
D
Em
Then grab Urban Legend and now
to bring you up to speed
[Verse 2]
Who knew you could fit on your wrist
D
a whole pound of diamonds
Em
I'm number one on the list while
D
you clowns are climbing
Em
Wishing to be in positions that
D
you found that I'm in
Em
Since you niggas do what it say I'm
D
world renowned than sign me
Em
If Jay handled the clay
D
and around the time
Em
I delivered a bad day when
D
4 5's were spiraling
Em
I care the least about police
D
and the fireman siren
Em
Ambulance ain't goin' stand
B
a chance in reviving
Em
D
DOA amend the beef will cease upon
Em
my arriving
Paramedics yell clear and
D
your flat line silent
Em
You ain't ready for out here
D
'cause the lifestyle violent
Em
You think you is,
D
you must be living on Fantasy Island
Em
Your mammies mad,
D
Em
get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit my phone and got what left and
D
hit the three while you following
Em
You say you want to release
D
and go to war with the finest
Em
B
Em
D
Need you be reminded, want it with Your Highness?
Em
D
Em
A
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
Em
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
Em
Hey man I know y'all niggas
still in the trap everyday
Em
Still man I know y'all don't see nothing
but the projects nothing but grits
But listen
Em
Make no mother fucking mistake man
I still will shoot up my mother fucking self,
AK and
Em
45 nigga on side nigga
And come see 'bout
niggas you understand
But I don't want to do that 'cause
I respect that shit y'all doing
I started that shit
I made that shit cool
I made these niggas want
to be you nigga
Nigga respect this shit!

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