Tonalità: G# minor
Verse 1
Cm
(Keep it Z3N)
(Sean Turk)
Fm
Cm
Yeah,
Fm
Cm
oh
Yeah (uh- huh), yeah (yeah, uh-
Fm
huh)
Cm
Yeah (uh- huh), uh- huh, yeah (uh- huh) I walk
up in the room and they eyein' me
They like, "Who is you?" Nigga,
you can't get my ID
Fm
Walked in the store,
I need everything that I see
They peepin' I'm that nigga,
I'm like, "Ooh, yeah, I might be"
Cm
Let a nigga try me
Punch a nigga in his lip,
now he lookin' like Kylie (bop)
I can't really go off right now, nigga,
Fm
I'm in quarantine
I'm really in the market, baby,
we could go to Dover Street
We can go to isolation where
Cm
it get like four degrees
You not ready for that shit
My life is a movie,
you not ready for that clip
Fm
My niggas they applaud and they
applaud and they clap shit
If it's not 'bout dollars then
you really don't make sense
Cm
And if you talkin' money then lil'
Fm
bitch we can make friends
Cm
You holdin' yourself back,
surrounded by fake friends
Fm
They just want you for payments
And they gon' keep grabbin' plates if you sneakin' that cake in,
it makes sense
Cm
Two paychecks, they like, "One
Fm
finna pay rent"
Cm
Yes, I'm dripped,
Fm
I'ma buy somethin' basic
Got my own style,
you gon' flush it, I don't take shit
Really anti- social,
I don't like collaboratin'
Cm
And you niggas weirdos, I
don't like collaboratin'
Had to cut y'all off because y'all niggas,
y'all not sanctioned
Fm
Movin' hot,
tryna cause investigations
Now, if you want talk, yeah,
you gotta make a payment
Cm
Pay me, fuck you
Bitches give me pussy,
I won't pay to fuck
Bitch, nah, I don't love
Fm
you, I won't pay to lust
Even if you my shawty, no, please
do not get comfortable
Verse 2
Cm
Bitch, I'm the king, it's a Royal Rumble
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
Fm
Any beef with me, it's a Royal Rumble
She wanna Royal Rumble (yeah)
Verse 3
Cm
No cap, I get it, though
You just wanna fuck with me,
you heard me on the radio
You play on me,
Fm
bitch, you gon' turn me to a criminal
Sike, I don't touch y'all,
y'all can't touch me
Cm
Hottest young nigga in my country
You want me to pull up,
yeah, that's like fifty stacks
I'ma put some in her block
and I go cop my bitch a bigger ass
Fm
I been thinkin' 'bout the old times, not gon' lie,
yeah, I be missin' that
Funny back then, was thinkin' 'bout the destination,
where I'm at
Cm
Dropped a lil' mixtape, it went
Fm
Cm
damn near platinum
I'm not mixed, but I got black and white,
Fm
ain't talkin' Ransom
This shit up, but not gon' lie,
I may not make it look fun
Look dumb, you just mad that you
Verse 4
can't cuff 'em
Cm
It's a Royal Rumble
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
Fm
Any beef with me, it's a Royal Rumble
Outro 1
She wanna Royal Rumble
Cm
Fm
Cm
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