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2016Hip-hop207 visualizzazioni
5.0 (2)
Tonalità: C minor
Intro 1
G#m
C#m
D#
G#m
E
D#
Yeah, real music
G#m
C#m
D#
Yo
G#m
Ya just get in that,
G#m
D#
you get in that head space, ya know
Verse 1
G#m
Will somebody get the body bags,
working with the beats in 'em, ah
E
Put the MC's in 'em, season 'em,
D#
put 'em on a beat
G#m
then I'm eating 'em
Get away from the table,
you rappers ain't hungry enough
E
You rappers ain't hungry like ah
They talk about me like I'm here,
D#
they talk about you like you was
G#m
(Woah) That nurse came into my room,
she told me I'm sick in the head
E
I'm in hip-hop's hospital bed
with a pad and a pen and
D#
a brace on my neck
G#m
They told me that I'm never leaving,
why? I am as ill as it gets
E
Any rapper that say
that they runnin' the game
I'ma come in they session and
D#
cut off they legs
Verse 2
G#m
Woo, strap a grenade to my head,
pull out the pin
My music is mind blowin',
E
ain't nobody do it like I do it
D#
G#m
You ain't never been on my level,
I gotta part 'em out the way
People talking and acting
like everybody gonna get it
E
Better sleep with your eyes open
You wanna know what I noticed?
D#
G#m
I look around and my fanbase it ain't ready
That last album was heavy,
E
that last album was gritty
How you gon' match that?
D#
G#m
Just let me do what I do best
You're better off playing Russian roulette
E
Then comin' in a booth with me cause I get
Verse 3
A little bit intense, I'm like, "Who's next?"
G#m
Y'all better watch it,
take a look at where the clock is
E
It's my time,
this ladder of music that I climbed
D#
G#m
I took the machete, the game isn't ready
Them rappers, they they coming up on me
I cut off the ladder,
and I told 'em, "Bye-bye"
E
D#
What? You lookin' for a high-five? Nice try
Chorus 1
G#m
Do not believe everything
that you read on the internet
E
I do not know who your dentist is,
but he should clean clean ut your mouth
Don't call me a sellout, that's something
C#m
I've never been
I've been through hell all my life though
But I know where heaven is,
E
father forgive me, for I am a sinner
D#
But you gave me music as medicine, woo
Verse 4
G#m
And nobody want a problem,
when they get in my zone better leave me be
E
I'm a mean MC,
D#
better feed me rappers or feed me beats, ah
G#m
Feed me both of 'em
They like "Nate, what's it like to be famous?"
E
D#
Um, I'll let you know if I make it
G#m
Yeah, I wonder what life will be like
if I didn't stick out out my neck
E
200 dollars inside of my bank account, woo,
D#
I was living on that
G#m
I need some money to pay for my rent,
I need some money to pay for my gas
E
I'm not complaining,
I'm just being honest,
D#
I promise that I will not beg for respect
Verse 5
G#m
I get so frustrated,
take a look at what I created
E
Time is wasting and I ain't waiting
D#
I'm a doctor with no job,
G#m
me I don't have no patients
I keep pacing,
back and forth, I keep racing
You ain't never been in my book
and I got a problem with it, why?
D#
'Cause you actin' like you read my pages
G#m
I wreck these stages, stages, real talk,
better give me space 'cause I am chasing
E
Something they told me that I won't make it,
D#
G#m
I'm not famous, I'm just Nathan
And I wonder how the world gon' take this
E
They might hate it
but you know anything about me
D#
You know that don't mean I'm changin'
Chorus 2
G#m
'Cause you know I'm real with it,
don't care if you're feeling it
E
I'm feeling it,
you don't like it then deal with it,
if God ain't real, real isn't
C#m
Used to wonder why I existed,
I exist in the world that's real different
E
And what you gon' be
D#
when you grow up Nate?
Verse 6
I doubt they will get it
G#m
My life is a mess,
better watch your step when you step in it
E
Some off this brain is off limits
I'm off in a world that you don't get
D#
'Cause you ain't ever been in it
G#m
In ten minutes,
I still couldn't explain what's inside my brain,
don't mess with it
E
I've invested a lot of me inside these lines,
D#
I'm just protecting 'em
Chorus 3
G#m
Everybody wanna hear
the real version of life,
then don't get so sensitive
E
When I say something a little bit raw
I jot my thoughts and they call it negative
C#m
You wanna know where my heart is?
I stand out 'cause I wear my garbage
E
I work my hardest
D#
and every time I look into the mirror,
Interlude 1
I don't forget about where I started
G#m
E
C#m
E
D#
Woo
Outro 1
G#m
E
Tell me what am I doing here?
C#m
Tell me what am I doing here?
E
D#
Tell me what am I, what am I doing?
G#m
E
Tell me what am I doing here?
C#m
I said, what am I doing here?
E
Tell me what am I doing here?
D#
G#m
If I'm not being real, mm

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