Тональность: C# minor
Verse 1
G
Writer, okay, uh, I got him, just that, uh
Em
F#m
Back to the lab, wrap in a bag,
Bm
roll me a blunt, pass me a pack,
your dude's goin' in
G
I mastered the craft,
Em
F#m
laugh at the past,
Bm
fo' in the trunk, mash in the gas,
you're too slow to win
Em
F#m
Bm
Late in the line, so high,
you would swear he had a license to fly
G
Look up, you might even
Em
see him right in the sky
Bm
So high, I should give skydiving a try
G
Know why? I'm getting loot and bread
Em
F#m
Got these little dudes fed
Bm
Cause this rap shit to me
is easier than Superhead
G
That easy?
Em
When she move to bed, prick,
F#m
I'm on the grind
Grind
Bm
Lyrically inclined,
every sentence get rewinded
Rewinded
G
The kid is in his prime Prime
Em
F#m
A monster on the track
Track
Bm
Taunting all these cats
Where's the competition at?
Where they at?
Crack
Em
F#m
The Carter couldn't match
Bm
Match Sharper than a tack
Whole Harlem on his back Harlem
It's a fact, you couldn't yell
R or shit, it's whack
I helped build the team
and put Harlem on the map
Come holla at a Mack,
Em
who got this in the raps
Em
G
I had your girl polishin' his plaits
Em
Uh, uh, then it's right to the street
F#m
Bm
Light on my feet,
goonies that'll light you for cheap
Em
knife you to sleep
F#m
Put some sneaks
Bm
even though my pockets deep
G
It's Barry White on the beat, sheesh
Em
I'm a beast with a flow like a jazz
F#m
Bm
Puss the game so weak
that the throne's up for grabs
G
So I'm low on the ass,
Em
Bm
with the toast on my abs
Waitin' for the spit
so I can put the hoe in the bag
G
It's sad, but nigga,
Em
F#m
I'm a pro with the past
Bm
Put the mic there,
you're washed up and old as my dad
G
You're loaded with swag,
Em
F#m
you couldn't fly without a pilot
Bm
You're bummed out
and better off finding you a stylist
G
Em
The future is me, and tuners can be
F#m
Bm
Ruge an d T, shoot you for free,
salute to the G
G
Who's nothing but nicer,
Em
gunnin' the cypher
F#m
Bm
Bot tom line,
ain't nobody out as hungry as Ryder
Em
Uh! Huh, you hear that, man?
Bm
G
Y 'all can't fuck with me at all, man
Em
G
Bm
Em
I got this shit on lock and key
And I think I might've lost the key,
so y 'all assed out, man
Huh
Bm
Let me get my zone though, man
Let me finish smokin' this purple,
countin' this money
And, uh, turn the music up
and get in my zone, man
Let's do it
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