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