Тональность: Bb minor
Intro 1
E
Eaug
C
Am
E
Eaug
F
Verse 1
E
I step in, you fall back,
F
recall that I can't end this
game with a fever
E
I wake up, you shake up,
F
that shit so tectonic, I call that a seizure
E
My neck steady dancin' like Reezy,
F
E
so we be on ice like Saria
Thank God Almighty,
F
I'm Ivy League status,
the world know they need us
E
F
Uh, homie said I need a little practice,
poppin' off like champion bottles
Windows tinted cause we active,
E
niggas mobbin' in the streets
F
We stayin' different to the manners,
got the reefer in rotation,
open on a different axis
E
These days, I ain't got no time
F
to be fuckin' with you, I'm in my bag
E
Sayonara to the ones that doubted,
F
now I thank you for the times we had
E
I've been in my bag since so nine,
oh my God,
F
E
forgot to ground them all on one
Load another clip,
the verbal pistol whippin' over
F
like it's gone but ain't never done
E
If it ain't about some money,
don't you call my phone,
F
cause I ain't pickin' up
E
I just want blue faces
keepin' basic all my life,
you should know I ain't never run
I've been in my bag since so nine,
oh my God,
F
forgot to ground them all on one
the verbal pistol whippin' over
F
like it's gone but ain't never done
E
Uh, this that God flow
F
Flyin' high like it's Narcos,
this that Pablo
E
Feelin' like I got demons
keepin' my thoughts low
F
Feelin' like I'm invincible
like I'm Clark, though
E
The feelin' of Kingsman,
the feelin' of royal blood
F
The feelin' that frees men
E
and brings them to God above
The answer is all above, follow us
F
This braggadocio that I can't even keep bottled up,
E
F
E
F
uh Xandon LeVon Ailey West Coast
E
I've been in my bags since so nine,
oh my God,
F
forgot to ground them all on one
the verbal pistol whippin' over
F
like it's gone, but ain't never done
E
If it ain't about some money,
don't you call my phone,
F
cause I ain't pickin' up
I just want blue faces,
E
keep it basic all my life,
F
you should know I ain't never
E
F
E
F
E
run
Am
F
A better win with no leverage
Am
E
Ran from death but we never hit
F
E
F
Life's a mess, keep me separate
Dm
F
From your misleading rhetoric
Am
F
Stop wasting my time
Am
F
You'll find my mind's
fighting pressure
E
F
E
It's me, it's you
F
It's true that everything you knew in life
Am
You change whips, you change blues,
F
E
F
this new age seems to fuck
E
F
with everybody else but you
Am
You let that sink and then you rise,
and all that shit was old news
E
F
And New York Times got nothing on me,
E
F
the world bout to know the truth
Am
I let these stanzas tell they stories,
F
Am
no quid pro like you own me
Bdim
E
Reckon I am legend,
F
my will steady pops like
a smith and wesson
Am
F
No one above me but God,
the one and only
Am
E
F
E
My flaws can never own me, my wrongs,
F
I flip them slowly, fraction
Am
I'm keepin' steady
F
regardless of shit that happens
C
E
F
Cause it's been an infinite war
Am
with pistols and stone snatchers
F
Am
E
F
E
F
Am
E
F
E
You
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