Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
Gm
Am
Gm
Oh, America!
Are you serious?
It is showtime, baby!
Here we go!
Ram, jam, slam, bam!
Em
It's awesome, baby!
Am
Em
Uh -huh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Am
Em
yeah
Am
Em
Jailwriter, man, I can't fuck with her
Be serious, man, yo
I'm a vet if you do think
Am
When sketchin' a blue ink
Em
I hop out the whip
And the pep will appeal me
Like chicken, I'm a bastard case
Am
Glisten with a stack of kicks
Gm
And to ask the martin
Am
You ain't even been to ask the place
Em
Yes sir, I tote mag
Am
Sucks in my smoke bag
Em
Vexed if I don't brag,
Am
fresh with the Colts tag
Em
You rappers are wack,
Am
that's a mess in your notepad
Em
Your wordplay is small,
Am
go step up your vocab
Em
My old man and grown man,
Am
you all need to hold hands
Am
I'm turnin' into Conan
Em
Grown man, bro ham,
Am
you should watch the pro jam
Gm
Even through a sunblock,
Em
Am
Whole grams, no fam,
I don't need the whole fam
Gm
Am
Em
It's just me, no Jim, no El, no Kim Zeke Locke,
Am
please, I, listen, I'm a beast, watch
Gm
Stackin' my ammunition,
G
Am
Em
now I'm itchin' to squeeze shots
I'm far as you cats flyin',
Am
it's ridiculous, picture it, niggas, shit
Gm
Am
Come at J .R. it'll backfire,
Em
pardon, I'm that fire
Am
How these niggas jackin' me,
G
Gm
Am
I feel like my style is a car on a flat tire
Em
You stupid is true, you stupid or who?
Am
You need years in for you
Em
Am
to even do what I do
Em
Man, you probably was the
dude with the crack
Trying to move you for stacks,
E
Em
E
but kept getting high,
E
Em
E
Scrat list, that ain't moving,
Am
Em
I had nights looking like a cat fight
Am
High maneuver with scratch, so please
Em
Am
I'm the sickest, see it gets vi cious
Am
Gm
G
Am
Bitch flop, I cannot hop, be realistic
Em
I breeze past your strip quick,
Am
Em
breathe in that pith prick
Am
Sleep on a dip trick and be on my shit list
Em
My C's are ridiculous,
Em
You witness a fair,
your career is a gimmick
E
Em
Get the player dumping,
E
who in here frontin'
G
See a lot of lips moving,
Am
still I don't hear nothin'
Em
We got bigger arms,
bigger clips, get along
G
We don't have to get along,
Am
homie, we can get it on
Em
Get the player dumping,
who in here frontin'
G
See a lot of lips moving,
Am
Em
still I don't hear nothin'
We got bigger arms, bigger clips, get along
We don't have to get along,
Em
homie, we can get it on
You
G
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