Тональность: G minor
Verse 1
Em
Check 1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
G
I was born with a job, say what?
D
Em
To work smart, not hard, say what?
And now I'm living by the force,
C
D
That mean I get it from the source
Em
God, I'm afraid of the 4th shit
G
D
God, I'm afraid of the 4th shit
Em
God, I'm afraid of the 4th shit
F
Em
God, I'm afraid of the focus shit
G
Don't be afraid, it's only music
F
Don't be afraid, it's only music
Em
I can't hear nothin', nothin',
G
I'm rockin' those bowls
Em
Noise cancelling headphones, homes
G
So whatever you yappin' is the proof
C
F
That whatever happens is the truth
G
Em
Now get a clue, I love music
G
More than Ed die LaVert Big
was ready to die,
D
well I'm ready to murk
Em
Now how close should
you play such a man
F
with a range from the gate
Em
I can't skek like Barrington do,
G
but I sing bout as good
as Steve Arrington do
Em
Okay, maybe that's a distant steed,
F
but I can move that mountain
if I just believe
Em
And I be lieve I can fly, I believe I can show,
G
yeah I see me runnin' through that open door,
Em
I believe I am fly, I believe I am raw
F
From playin' vocals to strokin' whores,
Em
yeah I'm over sex, but I'm over text
G
But I'm not chillin' even with
D
more rhymes than Bob Dylan
Em
It's just as tight too if
F
I might say so myself, boo
G
If I could blow myself, fuck you
Em
God, I'm afraid of the phone shit
G
D
God, I'm afraid of the phone shit
Em
God, I'm afraid of the phone shit
Em
G
Em
Don't be afraid, it's soul music
F
Don't be afraid, it's only music
Em
Okay, you work hard to work dumb,
I work smart
G
Em
You cop silly shit, I'll be at the Walmart
With them twenty dollar dickies
F
Crack whole throat with
the twenty dollar quickies
Em
G
sorry and I know that's low class
Please sit, tell me how you blow your cash
D
Em
I can see how you spendin' it
F
I cop that exact same haircut
G
Broke careers on Kensington
Em
Eight ones with the shave included
G
I .N .G. save your money,
Em
The first steps to wealth and getting cream
F
Is to accept yourself
and live within your means
Em
If you can set your
hands to simple things
G
You never need to touch them
grams or triple beans
Em
Never need to shove
that snub up in the rear
F
But a unsuspecting chick,
you see she's expecting
Em
Now here you come to
G
the ATM with your gun
And then you recall the
Em
float crazy and in pun
That I used to get at the young
F
Come on, nigga, you know I'm right,
G
Em
put down the gun
God, I'm afraid of the phone
G
D
Em
F
Em
shit
G
Em
F
Don't be afraid, it's only music
Em
G
Em
F
G
Em
G
D
Em
F
G
Em
Check 1, 2, 1, 2
G
Em
F
Don't be afraid
G
Em
F
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