Тональность: C# minor
Verse 1
Writer's block, part four
D
Heck, I'm back in the building
F#m
Try tell these stupid nig gas,
D
F#m
It's too easy for me
Unh, check it
These flaggerin' thugs got
hate in they blood
Shit, it may be the bars that cater to grudge
D
But I cater to drugs that take them above
Bm
You couldn't shit on a set
F#m
if this was slave all love
Love your man's a menace,
get blammed in minutes
Tell it, jam or finish for this
band and tennis
Bm
D
Nigga, damn, I'm rented,
I done ran through ditches
F#m
Bm
Blowing damn cake like
it had some candles in it
F#m
Midget, I race past your fake ass
Bumping my music, but I ain't rate cash
Bm
Eat dirt, taste gas
D
Straight laugh at these haters who aim
F#m
Bm
This street shit,
your whole style is radio fringe
F#m
Look, when it's prime time,
bite our grime mines
Sean's blind, wrist brighter than Einstein
Bm
rotten at five -nine
Four -O -Z, they'll wipe
out your timelines
F#m
Put you in a box,
lettin' them guns clap
Press like a thumbtack,
D
Bm
left where you pump back
D
You peddlers dumb -whack,
the chef make it come back
Bm
I was stretchin' like I'm
gettin' ready to run track
F#m
I'm on another level,
you peep my swaggin 'ness
These niggas swaggerless,
D
I'll show you how to swag this shit
Come through stuntin', lightin' a fat L
Bm
Ask that Martin have him lookin'
tighter than Maxwell
D
F#m
Let a nigga front,
he'll be bitin' a cat shell
Bm
F#m
A happy way these other niggas
Bm
lighted and passed out
D
Sweet as Laffy Taffy,
I get it crackin' scrappy
Bm
This'll be the only way
D
F#m
you hear somebody clappin' at me
Give it up for the Critically Acclaimed
Bm
D
Bm
A .R. Fuckin' Ryder, whoo!
F#m
What the fuck I'm talking about, man?
That boy speak the truth, man.
All these niggas ain't spittin'
it like you out here, man.
Bm
D
Nah, not at all.
These niggas too simple for you, Ryder.
F#m
Bm
ABC flow, man.
You been doing this shit
F#m
since Writers Block Part 1, nigga.
Bm
F#m
And we still here, nigga.
Nigga, this right here
D
Bm
D
is what I call greatness, y 'all.
F#m
Bm
Matter of fact, why y stop clapping?
F#m
Stand up, salute this man.
Samocha Excellence right here.
That is Black Pro 4.
D
Bm
Let's go the fuck in, nigga.
Yeah, nigga.
It's Dipset.
Outro 1
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