Тональность: A major•
Intro 1
C#m
D
C#
D
Db
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Verse 1
C#
Nineteen,
still gettin' kicked out the crib
C#
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food,
hiccup and piss
D
I could smell the liquor in this
C#
Cats always tryna' pick up the fist
C#m
D
Rappers stoop just to get to your crib
C#
Now it's like who's face?
D
who's warped? too sauced
C#m
D
Distort thoughts, on my corpse
on the asphalt
Back when I'd slack more,
C#
C#m
rock my slacks or my as s
D
Everytime, I rap I blast- off
Back when I catch Cor', I always
D
Dippin' on cops in my track shorts
G#
D
So tell my mom I ahad to make it right
C#m
D
I lie every night about the lime-
light so I could lie at night
C#
D
And tell my Pops' I
gotta' take advice
C#m
D
Keep my head screwed on tight,
abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion type
C#m
D
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin'
hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, never losing hype,
C#m
D
no
C#
D
It's Ratking and I do it right
C#m
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice, woah
D
Bitch, I skated before I rapped it You'd take
Verse 2
C#
D
me before your captain
Bet twenty hots on your Daddy
C#m
To someone go Nolia Clap them,
D
probably cold and passive
C#m
Cause' Pops' was the one
that got to me
C#
C#m
Feeling down like he passed it and when I'm cornered,
D
it's action
C#
I was kinda' out the game,
C#m
D
I'ma put the quarter right back in the slot
C#m
D
In 09', we took the 7 to the
Dussy 17 to the block
C#m
C#
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Su preme,
D
we was the reason he copped it
C#m
And nowadays,
D
I'm on a hustle lyrics to box with
And some pretty bitches that ain't
C#
trip if it's a hit and run
C#m
D
I got to go cause' I don't do
the crying bro
C#
She Mario, I'm tryna' keep
D
the whining to a minimum
C#m
D
Pig gies come,
bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum
C#
Find me some Indica,
D
C#m
D
nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
C#
The room spinnin',
finna' yak if I don't hit the blunt
D
C#
Got the chin wagon,
C#m
D
slim chances of me getting up
C#
C#m
D
After this, mind in the trash next to where
C#
my fuckin' passion went
C#m
D
Doc's fanatics,
half- a- Xanax when I'm traveling six hours or more
C#
D
Brick out on the tour,
C#m
D
got kicked out of the morgue
Db
Spit cattle manure shit, shit,
Dm
Db
Tally the corpses
Outro 1
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